He couldn't feel safe yet, and so, he could not go back.
He flung over the parapet of a building, through the window of another, and up the stairs of a minaret to its roof.
He panted as he looked at the streets beneath, his eyes searching for the younger boy.
He breathed out in relief just as he heard scrapping noises along the wall before the white monkey peeked over the edge. The boy smiled widely as he held out his arm for it and the monkey climbed along his leg and onto his shoulder. " You've done well, Lulu. We're safe now."
" I wouldn't count on that."
The boy's eyes widened and he turned around to see Ali Baba leaning casually against the ledge, arms crossed, an eyebrow arched as he fixed him with a curious glance.
" How-" He turned to face him, his monkey scurrying to hide behind him.
