"I don't know," the gypsy boy shrugged. "What is Earthin like?"

"It's horrible," Emma heard the words slip from her lips before she even had a chance to think about them. It was her stock response whenever anyone ever asked her about her life.

"Why? What's so bad about it?"

"I have to go to school every day with people I hate to learn things I don't care about," she started.

"Me too," Nick said.

"I live out in the middle of nowhere and my mother never lets me have any fun or go to town or spend any money."

"Mine too."

"Where are we going?" Emma grumbled, changing the subject.