Colon spends the day dozing off and on, each time awakening to the belief that his current predicament is nothing more than a horrid nightmare, each time disappointed to find himself wide awake. In his wakefulness, Colon tries not to let his thoughts ovewhelm him, for a clouded mind is no use to anyone, surely.
By the time he supposes night has fallen, Colon begins to wonder about the girl from before. She had said she would return, but it is more likely than not a set-up, a test of some sort if she does. He's not sure whether he wishes for her to return or not, but this room - far nicer than even the Governor's Quarters back in Safehouse - is not much to look at, and his curiousity is overwhelming. (Guinevere had always called it a major flaw of his - curiousity to the point of foolishness.)
And what would happen to Guinevere? Surely Duff had not expected Colon to get hopelessly lost as had occured. Guinevere would be worried, and Colon doubts that Duff will tell her the truth. But surely some Wildsmen or Guardians were out searching for him... Right?
The creaking of the door jerks Colon from his thoughts and worries. A hooded figure with shining red eyes and a scarf pulled around its face enters, and Colon sets his jaw. What could they want?
The girl takes off the outfit, and Colon is slightlt - only slightly - relieved that it is only her. He's rather it be her than the man from before, anyway.
"Are you hungry?" the girl asks, removing some odd-looking food from her bag, placing it before him on the table. Colon furrows his brow, studying the food. Is it safe to consume? he wonders. He decides not to take the chance, turning his head to keep himself from being overtaken by the hunger that had washed over him in the past few hours.
Feeling skin brush his wrists passively, Colon turns his attention back to the girl, surprised to see her loosening his bonds. For a fleeting moment, he begins to circulate an escape plan through his mind, but then reality watches over him. She wouldn't risk this unless she had back-up. Surely there were more of these alien creatures outside the room, just waiting for him to run. So instead of making any quick moves, he slowly draws his hands ho his chest, rubbing his sore wrists, eyes still locked on the girl.
"I told you I would be back," she declares in a quiet voice. "Now ask me any questions you'd like, I'll answer them to the best of my abilities."
Colon bites down on his lip, forcing himself to think. What is the most pressing question? Well, perhaps he should just cut to the chase. "What do they want from me?" he says in a hushed, even voice. "And what do you want from me? I am no fool."
By the time he supposes night has fallen, Colon begins to wonder about the girl from before. She had said she would return, but it is more likely than not a set-up, a test of some sort if she does. He's not sure whether he wishes for her to return or not, but this room - far nicer than even the Governor's Quarters back in Safehouse - is not much to look at, and his curiousity is overwhelming. (Guinevere had always called it a major flaw of his - curiousity to the point of foolishness.)
And what would happen to Guinevere? Surely Duff had not expected Colon to get hopelessly lost as had occured. Guinevere would be worried, and Colon doubts that Duff will tell her the truth. But surely some Wildsmen or Guardians were out searching for him... Right?
The creaking of the door jerks Colon from his thoughts and worries. A hooded figure with shining red eyes and a scarf pulled around its face enters, and Colon sets his jaw. What could they want?
The girl takes off the outfit, and Colon is slightlt - only slightly - relieved that it is only her. He's rather it be her than the man from before, anyway.
"Are you hungry?" the girl asks, removing some odd-looking food from her bag, placing it before him on the table. Colon furrows his brow, studying the food. Is it safe to consume? he wonders. He decides not to take the chance, turning his head to keep himself from being overtaken by the hunger that had washed over him in the past few hours.
Feeling skin brush his wrists passively, Colon turns his attention back to the girl, surprised to see her loosening his bonds. For a fleeting moment, he begins to circulate an escape plan through his mind, but then reality watches over him. She wouldn't risk this unless she had back-up. Surely there were more of these alien creatures outside the room, just waiting for him to run. So instead of making any quick moves, he slowly draws his hands ho his chest, rubbing his sore wrists, eyes still locked on the girl.
"I told you I would be back," she declares in a quiet voice. "Now ask me any questions you'd like, I'll answer them to the best of my abilities."
Colon bites down on his lip, forcing himself to think. What is the most pressing question? Well, perhaps he should just cut to the chase. "What do they want from me?" he says in a hushed, even voice. "And what do you want from me? I am no fool."