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Rory wrapped her fingers around the bars until her knuckles turned white. Who did this guy think he was?

"How can you do that?" She questioned, her anger already rising. She really needed to work on that. She felt like she was yelling a lot. She had been silent for too long, and just simply listen to the man ramble on.

The way he was casting glances towards her, Rory knew that this man wasn't lying when he said he met her before. The way his eyes glinted with recognition every time their eyes met, it sent chills down her arms. He was handsome, and Rory couldn't help but blush, as if there was something between them. Even though she hadn't met them yet.

She pushed all of those thoughts out of her mind. She had to get this guy to help her.

"How can you just leave us here?" She questioned. "If you leave us here...we'll never officially meet. You'll leave this place without remembering who I am. We'll all probably die here, and you're just going to leave us?"

She stepped closer to the bars, wishing they weren't blocking her way. "You'll never give me the chance to actually meet you?"