Author: MissKittys Ball O Yarn
Two days after their horrid journey began, willow stood with her mouth agape in front of a decrepit looking building that even in its hay-day would have been considered a dilapidated, whitewashed shack.
"What do you think Kiddo?" Ira asked.
Willow looked over at her father, who stood happily looking up at what in willow's mind had just morphed into a miniature Alcatraz prison, where trying to escape was completely pointless on account of the freezing cold waves. She gave her father another look, but still he stood grinning, completely oblivious to his own daughters misgivings. Willow managed a few incomprehensible noises and that seemed to appease her father, because he picked up a couple of suitcases and headed for the paint-chipped stairs that led up to the front door.