Becca
Ludo drove most of the way, but I was calm enough to take over when we got off the ferry between Ireland and England. Ludo looked more and more anxious the closer we got to Dragoon. By the time we reached the territory, he was pale as a ghost. I stopped at the guard post to check in even though it was almost eleven at night; the little shack had one guard in it. He looked at my car curiously, eyes flitting from my face to Ludo’s and back. He did not look friendly at first until he recognized me, and he smiled.
“Becky?” he said as he approached the driver's side. “It's good to see you.”
“It good to see you, Herald,” I replied. “This is Ludo, my mate. Has anyone gotten any news about my mom?”
“Oh, yes, your mate,” he said and looked at Ludo strangely. “But no, we haven
