"Wisty…" I half-whispered, poking the girl floating 5 feet above her mattress.

"Wisty…" I said a louder, when she didn't respond.

"WISTY!" I yelled.

She gasped and fell, flailing.

"What? What's wrong?" she said, automatically sitting up and glancing around anxiously.

"It's 5 o'clock," I said, half deadpan, half amused.

She finally registered my face and let out a small sigh of relief. "Oh. Hey, Margo."

I rolled my eyes and stuck out my left hand. She grabbed it and pulled herself up.

"Reporting for duty, Captain!" she said with a salute.

I shook my head, smiling at her outfit. She'd managed to find a relatively unscarred pair of pajamas our size in the suitable department. As you'd think they would be in the most elegant department store in town, they were obviously expensive, made of unbelievably soft silk.

They were also covered in smiling bunnies.

Yeah, we're pretty small.

She glanced down at it and laughed herself. She looked back up and said, "I should probably change, shouldn't I?"

I shrugged. "Whatever you want."

She looked at me and noticed I was still wearing my own pajamas.

"What's up with the outfit?" she asked.

I sighed and plopped down on her mattress. She looked at me funny, but sat down next to me.

"No training today," I grumbled. "No duty, no fighting at all."

"Uh, why?" She looked more confused, which made the pjs and mess of auburn hair even more comical.

"Don't you know who this week's leader is?" I asked like it was obvious. Which it kinda was.

She shook her head.

"Who's the one person who would order no fighting for the whole week?" I asked.

She smirked a bit, realizing who I meant.

"Oh, Jamilla," we said at the same time.

We chuckled. Over the time since we rescued the kids from the prison, and the whole mess with The One, we'd become pretty good friends. We both had next to nothing to lose and a razor sharp attitude, and tended to go on a homicidal rampage at any mention of The One.

"So, why'd you wake me up at five again?" she asked, taking on the more familiar, almost cynical expression.

I shrugged. "Force of habit."

She nodded. "What are we gonna do for the next week?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I guess a week won't kill us. We've pushed the N.O. far enough back to be safe for that long, even if it's barely." I looked off, trying to think what almost 300 kids could do in an otherwise abandoned, half destroyed fancy department store. I thought about all of the things the Order banned. Music, art, books…

I grinned and looked back at Wisty.

"Let's break some laws."