Re: Mind if I cut in?
Back and forth...Back and forth...Back and forth.
And then the swing came to complete stop by the weight of Molly's heels. Apparently, her favorite thing ever just became boring, and the merry-go-round seemed much, much more entertaining. Hopping off the swing she made a break for it; her pony tail swaying side-to-side as she ran, hopping on the merry-go-round as another nameless child began to push it, spinning her around--around--around--and...
Wait.
Her eyes bugged out of their socks when she noticed a familiar woman, a woman that very well was her hero just as much as Matt was, on that day--the day that made her no longer be a child fully and into something in-between.
"Agent Hanson!" She squealed, hopping off the merry-go-round, not bothering if it was moving or not.