"Twel-- eleven kids," Sparkle said, deciding all at once that whatever happened from there, he could only stick it out around here for so long before he'd lose his mind and run anyway. "Not counting me. I've got options. They're between twelve and eighteen, though. And at least a few have youth records, though most of us don't talk about that sort of thing. Most have a history of some kind of abuse or other. There's some asthma, and one has some trouble getting around but manages to hide it pretty well anyway. Knowing this group, they'd need... somewhere that's pretty accessible, I think, just to be on the safe side. If something did happen, it'd kill 'em to have to uproot again."