The fourteen year old Goth paused for a second at the top of the stairs, suddenly getting a weird vibe. She turned and...saw nothing, then turned again, and spotted Mikey standing there.
The 10 year old boy was dressed in his pajamas, and looked half asleep. "Zoe?" he said, squinting at her.
"Go back to sleep, squirt." Zoe always had a bit of a soft spot for Mikey. Sure, she was gruff, pissy, and even she knew it. But even when she snapped at him, she was probably the most consistently nice to her kid brother...in her own way.
"Where are you going?" he asked...
