Janet took Leona's hand, trying hard not to over-think the situation. If this really was her, and she didn't remember these people... but that could just be a phase from her trauma, couldn't it? Who knows. She adjusted the backpack on her shoulder and peeked out the peephole in the door before turning the handle. "Hurry up and eat that." She said, motioning to the girl's pop-tart. She glanced down the street both ways before stepping out.
Gage followed behind, completely confused and on the verge of a headache. Whether that headache was from the situation or from having banged it on a metal chimney, he couldn't tell. How could Noel not recognize him? And if the scars were false, who drew them there? Why would someone have planted a scar-less child in those decrepit apartments?