The next day, Brian went to see Pink at the house his father put her in. Standing by her bedroom door, he called, "Mom?"
Pink, who was looking out the window, turned and smiled. "You're here."
He stepped into the room and squatted by her wheelchair. "How have you been?"
"I've been well. I saw the racing commercial. Your Sister is in the City but I haven't seen her. Is she well?"
"Mn. Jeslyn is busy with work and asked me to take you back to the Capital."
"Why?" Pink frowned slightly.
"It's a long story…"
"Tell me the important things."
Brian sighed, "She believed what my foster mother told her. MS. Nancy told her Dad is a bad person. And he's only using us for–"
"Do as she says. Take me to the Capital."
"Mom, do you believe her? She's quite silly and–"
"Your sister is the brightest child I've ever seen."
