Shit. She looked like someone from her home. Suddenly the whole dressing up thing had a purpose: they just wanted to screw with their minds a little bit more. What was she supposed to do now? It felt wrong to pretend to be her friend.

"It's Cindy," She said, but not very loud. It was Cindy, not Kitty. She shouldn't be doing this, but she went down, knees hitting the... not dirt. Candy, she guessed. Something sticky and sweet.

"I'm gonna go. I am. But you have to go with me." Fuck, she could feel her eyes starting to burn. Stupid allergies. "We'll go find them together. Catch up to them." She put a hand onto Harley's head.

"It's going to be okay."