Sally bit her lip. Was she comfortable being indebted to Harold? Even if was still a story...Sally nodded anyways, saying "I think that sounds very reasonable." Sally hated her curiosity sometimes. That was really the only reason she could think of why she had agreed. Unless she was actually trusting Harold? When Harold pulled her off the path, Sally subconsciously squeezed Harold's hand tighter. She wasn't scared. Really. Her voice shook when she asked Harold, "Um, where are we going?" She was staring at the ground, trying to make sure she didn't trip, holding tight to Harold's hand.