"Omission isn't lying!" says Bina, punctuating her sentences with blows from the axe. "Technically. I don't lie to myself. I just suck! At! Communicating!"

She finally starts getting into a rhythm at this point.

"Nothing in the journals about the dreams!"

Thunk!



"Nothing in the journals about the backpacks!"

Thunk!



"Nothing in the journals about this wall!"

Thunk!



"So… what do you do Amie," asks Bina, breathing hard and leaning on the axe. "If you think someone might be reading your mail?"