Alone The Girl in the Box

Six



Zack showed me around the grounds and after we walked through more buildings and met more people than I could possibly remember, he took me to a four story brick building, a perfect square but with windows spaced every five feet on each floor. There were entrances at each corner. We walked into one of them to find the interior indicated it was a much older building than most of the others.

Yellowed corridors ran around the perimeter. They looked as though they might have been white when the building was built, but they had yellowed through time and use to the color of a boiled egg’s yolk. The center of the structure looked to be one giant chamber and around the edge of the building a variety of labs were open to viewing by glass walls. “It’s the science labs,” Zack said.

“So this is where they cut me open?” I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Not quite.” A voice from behind made me turn. A small man with glasses and a white lab coat covering a shirt and tie came in behind us and stomped his feet. His hand came up to brush some snow off his shoulder and I saw no rings or jewelry on thin, delicate fingers that matched with his gaunt figure. He had zero hair on his head, not so much as an eyebrow, and wore the hipster-chic black rimmed glasses that seemed popular nowadays based on how many people wore them on TV. I think they look stupid, but in his case it might have been a clueless fashion decision.

“This is Dr. Ron Sessions,” Zack said with an introductory wave. “He’s our chief science guru.”

Dr. Sessions took a couple of strides toward me. “Is this Ms. Nealon?”

I looked from Zack to the doctor. “I’m Sienna, yeah.”

His eyes lit up, and it was a calculating stare. “Ariadne sent me to look for you and here you are, in my humble halls.”

“She wanted you to talk to me about the testing?”

He nodded a bit too eagerly. “Wanted me to explain the basics of it. It’s a thorough process, so it could take a little while to go through and answer any questions you might have. Do you have some time now?”

I felt a gravitational pull toward the door I had come in through. “I’m kind of tired. Why don’t we talk about it tomorrow?” I threw a thumb at the darkening skies outside. “It’s close to sundown; been a long day, you know.”

His hairless eyebrow scooted down his face. “It’s four o’clock.”

“Yeah,” I said with an air of excuse-making. “But I nearly got strangled to death yesterday and it took a lot out of me. I’ll stop by and talk with you tomorrow.”

I threw a look at Zack, and I could tell he knew I was lying. “I can show you to the cafeteria if you want. You should probably eat before you sleep.”

“Nah.” I waved him off. “I’m just going to head back to the dorm. Thanks, though.”

He froze next to the doctor, who was still squinting at me. “All right. See you around.”

I gave them both a last wave and pushed my way out the door. I didn’t run across the campus, but I definitely walked faster than normal. I wasn’t used to the cold wind that whipped over the grounds as sundown approached. It felt like it was cutting right through me.

I walked into my dorm room and flipped on the lights. It wasn’t huge, but bigger than I would have expected. It had a full bathroom, a queen sized bed, small refrigerator, a desk and a walk-in closet. Some thoughtful person had even left a pen and paper on the stand next to the bed, in case I wanted to write a letter home to no one.

I checked the fridge and found a half dozen bottled waters. I pulled one out, broke the seal on it and dumped it down the sink in the bathroom. I washed out and refilled the water bottle from the tap. Can’t be too careful.

I took a sip of water as I looked around the room. I didn’t know much about video surveillance, but there were a half-dozen places they could have put a camera. The good news is that it was on the ground floor and there were big windows, so if they came for me in the middle of the night I could send a chair out the glass and follow behind. I had a reasonable amount of confidence that I could run faster than any of them. Hopefully fast enough to escape into the trees if need be.

I sat down on the bed and realized for the first time just how tense I was. My shoulder muscles were crying out for relief; I’d been walking around ready for someone (Wolfe) to come jumping out at me. I rubbed my neck with one hand while I held the bottle with the other.

The bedspread was dark navy, the only splash of color in a room that was a dim beige. It was so generic and stark, totally lacking in décor, it had to have been done by a guy. No woman could abide anything this plain and boring. I thought about how straightforward and businesslike Ariadne’s wardrobe was and conceded that maybe she could have done it. But no one with any taste.

I found it hard to believe how much things had changed for me in the last couple days. My mind went once more to Reed, and I found myself wondering if he was okay. I thought about those brown eyes, and they hung in front of me. I lay back on the bed and they still lingered; and a few moments after I lay my head on the pillow, I fell into a deep sleep.