Lizzy sat in the familiar foldable chair, her feet kicked up on the table as she watched the usual crowd mull about flea market. Families caroused about, children excited over everyday objects that were just a bit worn but made them all the more interesting. Older folks grumbled and haggled the stand owners for lower prices – Lizzy kept a particular eye on them, as she never lowered her pricing for anyone – and the owners would try to argue, though most caved in sooner or later and dropped a dollar or two. Lizzy shook her head. Some of them were far too easy, but then again not everyone was out here relying on these people for their only source of income. She gave a sigh, and stood, her arms loosely crossed as she walked around her own stand. This particular week, she had gotten her hands on some electronics that she had found by an office building that was closing down. By the look of the outdated computer software, it was no wonder the place had shut down, she was sure that no one would have missed a few pieces anyway. Today was more or less a test run – if no one was interested in the stuff by the end of the week, she’d simply dump it where she found it, and look for other things to sell. Worst case scenario, she always had some of dad’s clothes and mom’s jewelry, both of which usually sold for a good price. But she would be lying if she said she wasn’t reluctant to sell it, ever since Jamie had confessed that she actually liked owning some of their stuff. Lizzy hadn’t said a word about it, but she hadn’t sold anything of theirs since that day. The morning had been slow, though she had made a decent sale on an old computer and some wires that she couldn’t specifically identify – poor old man was probably stuck in his age. But now, she watched as a man took interest in her stand. He had glanced at her, but it had been so brief that Lizzy didn’t bother with responding. It was obvious that her merchandise was his intent, so she let him be, but continued to watch him. She didn’t know why, but he seemed a bit sketchy to her. The last thing she needed was a thief. He picked up an adapter, and began playing with it. A familiar energy filled the air, and for a moment she stiffened. After a moment of hesitation, she moved closer, raising an eyebrow at him. “What are you doing?” She asked curiously.