Ben sat down beside Cal and began. "He did it because he wanted to mess with someone... He wants to know what will happen."

"I'm sorry... what?"

"He's practicing."

"For what?" Cal asked.

"He wants to know if you can all make it out alive... He wants to-"

"Wait. If we can all make it out alive?" Cal asked, sickened.

Ben nodded. "Congrats. You made it out."

"Why would people die? What... what would kill them?"

"I don't... he hasn't gotten into it that much," Ben whispered.

"This guy is a psycho!" Cal yelled.

"Yeah, we figured that. Cal... We need Gillian next."

"No. We need Emily next. She's the little girl, Ben! You shouldn't even be thinking about this!"

Reynolds nodded and said, "Gillian is the psychologist... She would know what to do."

"I don't care. Gillian will make it out. Emily first."

Ben sighed. "Ok... so what happened next?"

Cal soon passed out again for talking to much. He wasted all his energy and when he didn't reply to Gillian's calls, she freaked out, causing Emily to get scared as well.

Loker leaned against the wall beside the vent, talking to Ria. "It's alright..." he whispered.

"Are you okay? You sound really... out of it," she whispered.

"Well, I totally am." He chuckled and patted the wet ground. "We'll be fine."

"I'll be right back," Ria said. "I'm gonna go see how Emily's doing."

"Oki dokes..." Loker slurred.

"Emily...?" Ria asked, having crawled to the other side of the room.

Emily sighed and went over to the other vent. "Ria?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's me. Are you doing alright?"

"I'm fine... It's just that dad's out... and I'm just worried."

"Oh, yeah, I hear ya. Well, I guess we all knew his large mouth would get him knocked out someday."

Emily laughed and agreed. "What's that?"

Ria looked around the room and spotted the green gas again. "That's what came into the office. Don't worry Emily. It's going to make us pass out. It'll be fine."

"Wait," Ben stopped. "How do you know all this?"

"They told me what I missed while I was out..." Cal said, nodding.

"Oh... Continue."

They woke up some amount of time later altogether in one large room.

Cal was the last to wake up. He moaned and rolled over onto one of his arms and then fell over. "Dammit..." he mumbled.

Gillian had been lazily sitting beside him with Emily on the other side. "Cal...?" she asked, laying her hand on his shoulder.

"Dad... oh, thank God you're awake dad..." Emily whispered.

He opened his eyes and smiled at Emily. "Oh, hey Em..." he slurred.

"Are you alright?"

"Killer headache... those lights are... really... bright..." He was dizzy and sounded like he was drunk.

Gillian leaned back against the wall and patted Cal's leg. "I wouldn't sit up... It'll make the headache worse."

"How are you, Gill?" he asked, the curiousity strong than usual in his voice.

"I'm fine... yourself?'

"Killer headache... those lights are... really... bright..."

Gillian frowned. "You just said that, Cal..."

"Did I? That's weird..." he mumbled with a loopy chuckle.

Gillian stared at him and said, "Just go... back to sleep."

"Well, I would, but the... um..." His eyelids soon became heavy and it wasn't long before he was lightly snoring.

They hadn't heard from Trace in what seemed like a couple hours.

Cal slept for what they thought was a couple hours. No one had a watch.

"Loker's been out for a while... how about him?" Ria asked.

"Same," Gillian shrugged. "Man.. this whole sedating the males or whatever is pretty awesome. We could use a milder version of this at the office."

Ria and Emily both smiled and Ria sat down. "So... what do you think we are going to do...?"

"I have no clue. Do you think he's planning to hurt us?"

"I hope not..." Emily whispered.

Cal stopped talking and looked at the screen.

A man with a black mask walked in with a bulge in his pocket.

"What does he have?" he asked.

Ben looked at the screen as well and frowned. "What's going on...?"

"Which one is Lightman's daughter?" he asked.

"What's he doing?" Cal asked hurriedly.

"Sh!" Ben hissed.

Everyone in the room looked around and Emily looked up.

"You?" he asked.

She wasn't sure if she should say yes or no.

He grabbed Emily by the hair and she yelped. "Shut up!" he yelled at her.

She skidded across the floor as he dragged her towards the door.

"Hey!" Gillian yelled.

He stopped and Emily hung from his hands. She grabbed his hand and tried to stand up to take the pressure from his head. "What?"

"What are you doing with her?"

"Damn straight. Go Gillian!" Cal said with a nod, watching intensely.

Ben looked at him, annoyed.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, of course it matter," Gillian said.

"Just go sit back down."

"No! What are you doing with her?"

He dropped Emily and walked over to Gillian.

"Oh, God!" Cal said with a look of dismay. "Don't hurt her..." he whispered.

He grabbed Gillian's shirt and shoved her against the wall. "It doens't matter."

Gillian had a look of pain and she nodded. "Just... don't hurt her."

He let go of Gillian and she slipped to the floor. "C'mon," he barked to Emily.

A/N: Sooo?