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I woke up the next morning with the sun. The faint rays cut through the curtains with such precision and accuracy that it hit me dead of straight in the eye. I groaned and craned my head some looking for a clock. Last night I was so tired I didn't even look at the room where Andrew lead me to. It was an average size room; the wall was a deep purple color with designs in various patterns on it. The floor was hard wood, scuffed up some by age. The bed I was on was on the opposite side of the door. A dresser sat at the left wall from the bed and a simple old wooden closet to the right. There on beside it was a little grandfather clock ticking away softly. I squinted slowly trying to read it, but it was too dusky in the room to see it from this distance. I leaned up from under the light blue covers and strolled toward it. It was around 6 'o-clock.

So much for a full night's well rest, I thought sarcastically.

I sighed and decided might as well get going if I'm up already. I headed toward the door and opened it. Outside was a four side wall area with two doors to each wall; a bedding quarters. In the middle of the area was a square staircase. I walked toward it. On each side was a staircase, one leading up and the other side heading down.

I headed down the down stairs into a little sitting area full of light from the windows next to the front door. The area was somewhat comforting with its red couches and a single coffee table. Very, I don't know, homey? The door to the right of the staircase leads into the kitchen. I strolled in.

There was an island bar to the side with the stove and stuff. It looked like a type old England kitchen, like you see in home decor magazines. To the left of it was a huge breakfast table, with Derek sitting at the end staring out the window.

I walked over toward him and placed my hand on his forearm. He jumped slightly; like he did on the bus a couple of days ago.

"Good morning," I whispered. He looked up at me and grimaced.

"Morning," he muttered and looked back toward the windows. I walked around him to the little kitchen catalogue cabinets looking for something to eat. I was starving.

"So what is our agenda for today?" I asked as I halfway opened one of the cabinets.

He sighed, "You won't find anything in there. Except if you like moths and spider webs."

"Oh," I muttered. Shutting the door, I headed toward him and sat down.

"Yeah, whoever lived here last didn't really stock us good on food."

"So when is Andrew going to get back then?" I hope soon....I'm starving here! I could practically hear my stomach say.

He sighed again, "For a couple of days. He met up with the other people and stuff, but not all of them are agreeing."

"Oh,'' I said again, "So what are we going to do?"

"I was planning on going to the city and go shopping," his eyes diverted back toward the window.

"Well then what are we waiting for.....?" I asked.

He glowered at me, "I said, I was going to get the food. I was ho-"

I cut him off with my hand. "You can't go out there alone. I'll go with you."

"Chloe..." he softly growled, shaking his head.

"Oh come on Derek its still-what dawn, right? Well be back before Simon and Tori wake up."

"It's too dangerous with them out there," He said, looking back toward the window.

"Derek, didn't Andrew say he was driving the Edison Group off our trail last night when he left?" I think he said that... Gosh, I was so tired.

"I wasn't talking about the Edison Group," he mumbled. I looked up at him and his jaw was setting a little.

I thought a little then said, "Derek the cops still think I'm in Buffalo and anyways they probably gave up by now......" I trailed off, now I too was looking out the window.

"No Chloe not them. It's......." He looked at me waiting for me to get what he was saying. I looked back. If it wasn't the cops or the Group, then who was it? No one else was looking for me except....... Then I got it. My breath came a little slower and my eyes grew wider.

I started to tremble as I spoke barely over a whisper, "Ramon and L-Liam." I had totally forgotten them. But how?

Derek was now really growling."They won't hurt you Chloe," He said it as a promise. It made me feel a little better, but my throat still hurt as I looked up at him. His teeth were grinding together and his hands were gripping the table. He saw me looking at him and he untended a little.

Then he said softer, "They won't."

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~LIZZIE~