He scooped me from the water and brought me back into the night. I woke up to him looking down at me, his dark hair nearly blending in my with the dark night sky. He was tan and his lips were chapped, and his hazel eyes were the lightest thing about him. 

"Are you real?" I asked. I didn't know if he was another minion. 

"I'm real," he said.

"How do I know for sure?"

"Guess you'll have to take my word for it. There's no real way to know for sure. Minions have life goals like us. Minions can fall in love like us. Cut a minion and they bleed real blood. It's quite scary, don't you think? How these minions, beings that humans created, are just as human as you and I are?"

"How do you know minions bleed. Have you ever cut one?" I couldn't help but ask.

"My name is Marley. You?" He stooped to fill his water bottle.

"My name's Savannah. Marley, what were those things?"

"Gigglehounds. You really should be more careful out here at night unarmed. What were you thinking?"

"I didn't know."

The boy scoffed at me, "you didn't know?"

"I just got here-"

"but you get your assignment immediately upon arriving. 'Go to Stonewall.' It's pretty easy."

"Where is Stonewall?"

"Can't you see it in the darkness? Its lighter in that direction. Whenever you face that way you can smell the flames from the fires going on there."

"Can I go there with you?"

"I think you'll find it much more rewarding if you make it there yourself."

"I'm hurt," I said, but as soon as the words left my mouth I noticed that my wounds were already healing. The fabric of my skin stitched itself together.

"Okay, but you still haven't told me where Stonewall is."

"Be careful, Savannah; I'll see you around. Congratulations on your sight."

"How did you-" But he was gone, vanished into the night. What a strange meeting. I guess that was my first real human I've ever seen. He was right when he said that the minions were just as real as us. What makes us any more real than the characters we love, the avatars in video games, the superheroes invented in movies? It made me cold. The whole conversation with him made me cold. He knew that I was blind. No one was supposed to know your disability, not unless you told them. I hadn't been planning on telling anyone. Ever. Yet, Marley had known, as if I were branded by it like a heifer.