Chapter Eleven: A New World.

Rendall and Helia stood by the tarred road and watched as cars drove by. They were fascinated by what they saw. Large metals with wheels and windows that had people in them drove fast passed them. Some were bigger. Some were smaller. Some were black. Some were red. They came in different colors, shapes, and sizes.

One of the colored metals with wheels stopped before them and they watched in awe as its front door window winded down. A man's head came into view. He was a red-head with a freckled face.

"Where are you love birds heading to?" He asked. Rendall and Helia exchanged glances. They were both confused.

"No," Rendall began. He was unsure of what to tell the man. "We aren't birds. I'm a wolf and she's a lioness."

Rendall's words amused the man and Helia elbowed Rendall and crooked an eyebrow at him. She turned to the man and flashed a smile at him. "We are not lovebirds. We just want to get to Wilkinson PLC. Do you know where it is?"

"Of course I do," the red-headed driver replie