Crowley sighed as he walked heavily into the room he currently occupied as his own. He was totally burnt out. Footsteps echoed in the metal halls. Quite the dilemma was present: none of the people he had taken were prophets, except Kevin. But he needed the translation done faster, so he wanted two prophets. He hadn't been this tired since the whole Apocalypse ordeal. Once he made it there, Crowley sat on a chair in his room, a.k.a. the storage room. Shelves and shelves of various books and torture devices lined the walls. He would probably need those later. He appreciated the quiet of the room as he sighed. Suddenly, he heard ragged breathing coming from the trap door that was hidden under one of the shelves. Who could have possibly slipped past him and into his hideout? Crowley reluctantly got out of his chair, walked across the floor, effortlessly pushed the shelf back, and opened the black trap door.

"Who's here?" he said roughly, hoping to scare them so they would be easier to cooperate with. He stepped down into the small room, putting his hands into his pockets and searching around the place. The air was deathly cold, and dust floated everywhere. Crates, blankets and hay lay strewn about the floor, but one of the blankets was rising up and down slowly. The ragged breathing had turned into what sounded like the beginnings of a sneeze.

"A...A...ACHOO! Aw, darn it." a small, raspy voice whispered. Crowley marched over and ripped the blanket off of the little stinker. A young teenage girl, about 21, lay on the floor as she held her hands to her forehead. Her face was glistening with perspiration, and her face was beet red. Dark brown hair framed her delicate oval face, with green eyes to go with it. Ripped blue jeans and a navy blue shirt stood out against the stone floor.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Crowley questioned gruffly, forcing the girl up to her feet.

"Help...I'm about to...pass..." she took one last shuddering breath and she fell limp in his arms. Crowley sighed. He was too mind-tired to interrogate her now. The girl's face looked peaceful as she was dragged unconscious up the stairs by the demon.