Firefly Glen Six is not a pretty number; eight or three is definitely better

She nodded again, not daring to question her own luck. Maybe they wouldn't take her after all. Best not to linger on the whole thing and get her hopes up too much. I'm Marina, She said, thinking that she wished she had a surname to share. To pass on to her children.

Did the man in the meadow have a surname? She wondered about that and many other things as Sialuk led the way. In silence, mostly. There was only so much comfort a stranger could offer.