[Color=LimeGreen] Lenora Puglesivic [/color]

[i]Well, Lenora, Mom was right.  You didn't say your prayers before bed and now you've been kidnapped by secular humanists, just like she said.[/i]

The thought bounced wryly around her head as Lenora returned the spork to her pocket.  It had been years since she had spoken to any member of her immediate family.  She had a few cousins who had also left the faith, but she didn't have much in common with them.  So, unlike most people there, the thought of her family hadn't even occurred to her until Eli brought it up.

Well.  What did she have to lose?  She only bothered to work so that she could fund her hobbies.  The dreams were interesting enough to count as a hobby.  If she could get someone to pay her room and board while she was here, then she didn't have a problem with the situation.  Much.  She still might attempt escape - Nora wasn't super thrilled at the idea of secret compounds - but for now, she was comfortable going along with the project.

"I'll go," she said.  "I don't have to be from the red city, right?  I mean, dream myself there?  Because my dreams are of the maze-factory."