They're just three girls, young and scared, looking for some place that they could really call home. Nancy had that, but her entire world was poisoned by the patriarch of her gang. Kenzi's home life was bad enough that she'd run to London from Canada. And Abigail? She could safely assume that being a Widdowson, her life was very, very complicated.

Was it so bad to have a place where you could belong? A place that you could be protected? Nancy hadn't had that, with Fagin. He kept them alive, but he didn't protect them. Kenzi had been hurt, Abby likely as well. And right now, all Sylvia Redbright was doing was proving to them that there wasn't any sort of safety in the world. That girls like them were always going to be hunted and hurt. That they could only count on each other.

If Redbright wanted them to go to her open arms, fear and violence was certainly not the way to do it.

"Alright," Nancy finally says and takes another drink of her flask. "Shouldn't be too far now."