Camilla beamed, [i]she[/i] had found their friends, and at last they could leave. Abby’s reminder of their stalker only furthered this desire. She nodded vigorously in agreement as the older girl explained the situation to the boys. [i]Of course, shoes.[/i] She thought when Ricardo brought it up. But the shoes that the boys had on were strange and dark, they didn’t look like anything she’d ever seen. The clothes a well, they were like a second skin almost. Time, she figured changed a lot of things. There would be many more things to come that wouldn’t make sense to her.
At the present it seemed best to just go along with whatever antics came about, especially if it would help them leave faster.

Camilla start inside but Andy’s question catches her off guard before she makes it in. He has a valid point, everything is just sor of there and nobody asks any questions. It reminded her, with a sad pang of wistfulness, of how her mother would often come home packed with fabrics and food, Gaynora in tow with still more. She’d never thought of how they obtained the money for the goods or where the stores even got the riches from. Clearly they had to come from somewhere.
She shuffled into the store without answering, what would she say anyway.

Dark clothes line the walls and isles, flashes of blood red stuck out from in between black unnatural leather and it seemed that there wasn’t any even vaguely normal clothes to be found. Feeling pressed for time she settled on a dark red dress and jacket covered in spikes and embroidered imagery. As for shoes, all the store had was tall dark boots and so that’s what she got.

As she peered around the store for Abby she caught a glimpse of herself in the glass front of the store. The person staring back was completely foreign.[i] I look like that?[/i] She thought. It wasn’t like she hadn’t ever seen her reflection before, but the alien clothes made her look strange and out of place and yet blend right in all at the same time. She hoped they would all be able to move on soon.