* * * * * The soup was so delicious, Erin could barely resist asking for more. For the third time. And it was only because she was tired of hearing Sylvia's laughs. "Can she be serious at least once in a while? - The girl thought gloomily, swinging at the merry-go-round mercenary. - Green-eyed, if you want more, don't be shy," said River, who also smiled from time to time. Erin got a full chest of air. - My name is Erin," she filtered. - Is it so hard to remember? River snarled and looked over at Sylvia, her eyebrow throwing up. - I prefer not to remember names," the dark-haired haired woman answered, and the witch went on a trip. "Well, of course, why fill your head with the names of your victims? Freddie, passionately weaving something out of a couple of blades, raised his head. - Did you say we were going on a sea voyage? - he turned to Sylvia, and to Erin's great surprise, the woman nodded quietly. - Tomorrow. "Tomorrow I will no longer be with you. Erin tried to hide her