Z moved her eyes to ground as they others declared what they were going to do. She would have to make up a really good excuse to convince her mother to let her go. Her father was hardly ever around, so she didn't have to worry about him. "[i]I'm going too,[/i]" she declared, reaching down and readjusting her sandals. She stood, slung her bag over her shoulder, and headed for the door. If they only had a hour, he wasn't going to waste it.