
Cally looked at him. "The Resistance
isn't bad."

Cally just shook her head.

Cally looked at him sadly. "But I do see."

Cally turned and looked at him. "The Resistance 'killed' your sister. Why wouldn't you want to turn me in?"

Cally came and sat down next to him. "Why haven't you called your police buddies yet?"

Cally finished and threw the washcloth into the sink.

Cally grabbed a washcloth and started to clean the counters.

Cally rolled her eyes. "If only they looked nicer."

Cally finished cleaning up. She glanced towards the cookies. "They are probably cooled off now."

"No problem," Cally said, grabbing some of the ingredients and putting them up.

Cally shrugged. "Whatever."

"They don't look good," Cally said, frowning at the cookies.

The cookies were done soon, and Cally took them out of the oven. She frowned at them. They hadn't turned out quite as nice as she had hoped.

Cally hummed to herself as she set about making cookies. The recipe was easy enough, and was one of the only ones she remembered by heart.

Cally shook her head and began opening bags.

Cally shrugged. She grabbed some more ingredients and put them on the counter.

Cally glanced up. "What do you think?"

Cally shrugged, finding some other ingredients. "Curiosity then."

"Curiosity," Cally answered. "Also, I'm not a hundred percent sure there isn't an army of police waiting outside your door."