Several months later. . .
"There there, storms don't rage forever. We can go outside again soon." I whispered, hugging my urchins close.
Spring, Billy, Georgia, Pat, and Annie all huddled in my metal crate, baby Kit in my arms. Rain pounded furiously against the roof of my crate and thunder roared outside. All six of them trembled with fear, pressing close to me.
"It's going to be alright," I told them softly.
Memories of past storms overwhelmed me suddenly. It never rained in Ember City, but the thunder still roared and lightning tore the sky. The lightning storms were much harsher in Ember City, setting many things aflame.
For a moment, I could hear it all again; the grinding of the gears in the conveyor belts; the ear-splitting thunder beyond the metal roof; the crying of the Emberlin slaves, covering their bleeding ears against the powerful sound; the bright flashes of light, splitting the sky in two.
I shook my head suddenly, ridding myself of the memories and returning to reality. Six tear-stained faces watched me earnestly.
"Don't be afraid," I whispered, holding the baby closer as the urchins cried. "This isn't all there will be," I assured them, and myself, "We'll survive together. . . somehow, we'll survive."