Serenity's eyes trail from the smudged mirror to the rickety toilet while her eyes dilate and her spinal cord erupts into fits of shivering as she remembers how brutalized and how hated she was by her own parents.

Her phone rings in her pocket and she smiles, happy that a distraction has just made its appearance. "Hello?" She demands.

"You called earlier," a deep voice resonates through Serenity's eardrum, and her eyes widen, disappointed and scared that this person has just contacted her. She feels her eyelids drooping and rushes of memory coursing through her brain.

"I did not." Serenity denies the fact but her voice sounds frightening yet still quite unconvincing. "I did not call you," Serenity repeated, to add an air of cognizance to her unconvincing inflection. Not giving time for her captor to make a reply, Serenity hung up the phone, and stuck it in to her pocket, and exited the restroom immediately and walked up the dingy roadway.


Caleb looked in the mirror. He saw Darlene, smiling at him, taking a swig of liquor. "So, you going to find her?" Darlene teased, and Caleb's eyes flinched, as if he were not expecting Darlene to talk let alone ask about something so personal. He could smell the reek of liquor even halfway across the room and he knew she was drunk.

"Excuse me?" Caleb forced the words out, and he felt his stomach twisting into knots and knots of nervousness.

"You've been talking about your lover nonstop. I was just wondering..." Darlene teased, raising her liquor bottle in the air, and falling backwards in the bed. She giggled, nervously, as if she were expecting something rather unsightly. "Do you plan to reunite?" Her voice was very macabre. It sounded as if she were bullying him.

Caleb's eyes widened and he knew what he had to do but he didn't quite want to do it. "You're going with me."