Yeah...someone. There was no shortage of self-proclaimed leaders. They all fell short when it turned south, their ideals and egos shrinking under the boot of conflict and guys more bad than them. Meg had no doubt someone would take up the torch; how long they were able to hold on to it was the question.

Not that she said any of this out loud. She merely shrugged a bit, listening partly to the conversations taking place. At Grace's question, she glanced over, smiling wryly. "Not even a month. Just seems like forever. You?"