s alerted her immediately that it was day time. Her back ached, as did her feet and arms. Everything seemed to have a hurt to it. "You know-if you don't wake up now, you might not be

ft and warm against her bruised feeling arm. "You won't have the full benefits of my teaching unless you wake up now. At least open your eyes, Lydia." Lydia's eyes snapped o

s hazel eyes crinkled into a grin as he looked down at her. "You gave us something of a scare the other night. I had been waiting for you to escape. I had only ho

tinant-" he gave a grin as though he were pleased with how she had reacted to being captured. "Who are you?" Lydia asked, letting out a yawn. The man smiled. "My name is Matthias. But you may call me Matt." "What am I doing here? Where

utside. "Yes- -I'm certain you have seen how we dispose of those we don't need. The news is having a field day; and yes, we do get the news shows out here." Lydia rubbed her arms, tucking the warm covers up to her neck. "But how did you find me?" Matt smiled out the

ought again and Lydia looked over to the door, wondering if perhaps she might risk another escape. Taking another glance back at Matt as he gazed out the window, Lydia lifted the covers slowly so as not to

Lydia glared at Matt. "I don't want to be here. I want to go home." Matt turned towards her, his face placid as if nothing bothered him. "Back to the home of verbal abuse and parental tyranny I took you from?

sonal thoughts and dreams like it were a book he had purchased at a bookstore! Lydia's lower lip trembled. "You're angry now. Aren't you?" Lydia glared up at the man. "Wh

tt seemed unmoved by Lydia's threat though she had meant every syllable. "Anger is one of the first lessons you needed to know. Incidentally it's the hardest to learn. Without anger, we'd all be gone." "We?" Lydia asked con