Daydream's Reality
Maeve remembered everything. When she awoke she was met by an apprehensive Felix who looked entirely too anxious. Before she could pose a query Felix quickly spoke.
"We don't have much time." She furrowed her brows and slowly shook her head in confusion. "Once you've gained consciousness they have plans to transport you, but I don't know where and I don't know why."
"Felix, darling, catch a breath, won't you?" He swallowed and nodded in agreement. "Now, where are the others?"
"I'm not sure. Even if I did know I've only had enough time to make accommodations for you."
"Accommodations?"
"They're temporary," he affirmed. "At least until we can get you out of here. For good."
Though it never took much for Maeve to go in to survival mode a feeling much more prevalent than any other in that moment crept upon her with almost an uneasiness. A warmth, a feeling of great gratitude for this simple human man who had everything to lose yet continued to risk it all for her.
"Please Maeve. We don't have time," Felix implored. He reached for a navy-blue canvas knapsack that seemed to be filled to the brim. "There's at least two weeks provisions in there. Follow me."
Just like that they were on their feet weaving through the endless tunnels of Delos. As they moved tirelessly through the facility Maeve was struck by an odd realization that was comforting yet unsettling all at once. She had coerced this young man, probably not too far out of graduate school, to aid her because she was sure no one else would. She recognized that she had been quite the proper menace in search of what was hers though here he was of his own accord all the same.
Felix never quite had the heart to place too much of the blame on the programmed Madame. From even the early stages of development he had acquired a sympathy for the machines, the people, he helped manufacture. She was an intimidating force, but in all honesty, it wouldn't have taken much for the young technician to raise his white flag.
Their pace never faltered even when Felix spoke again. "I really don't want to alarm you, but if you know of anywhere you could stay more long term I'd appreciate suggestions. I was at my wits end finding this room alone."
"I'm sorry I don't," she replied dryly. "I'm sure I can figure something out." And even though she didn't know what that something was quite yet she knew it would come to her. She always had been quite resourceful in that way.
Felix omitted a heavy sigh causing Maeve to arch a brow. Something was clearly bothering him stirring a bit of anxiety within herself as well. "What is it?" The question was soft and demanding.
"It's just that while you were out for repairs one of the higher-ups kept checking on you. It won't be long at all before they'll notice you're missing." At his news Maeve began cycling through exit strategies, potential threats, their weaknesses…. "Mr. Sizemore or something. I think he was with us out in the park." Then all her processes stopped.
She remembered everything.
"Lee? I thought he was murdered," she stated a little more concern evident than what she intended.
Only mildly curious about Maeve's tone, Felix continued. "He should have been. They must have brought him back to headquarters before he bled out." Finally, they came to a halt. "We're here." As clever as the woman always had been she stood before a wall, perplexed. Felix turned a rusted bolt that revealed a keypad in which he entered a code. The wall parted to reveal a small room resembling a plain studio apartment and though Maeve knew she needed time to think and lay low she couldn't help the cold feeling of being put in storage. Locked away like some animal; some pet.
"I know it's not ideal," Felix said interjecting her thoughts. Remember it's just temporary." At this point the orange and white clad man could read her like a book and in this moment, ached for her. "We'll figure something out," he added desperately trying to reassure her.
Maeve mustered one of her signature smirks and softly replied, "I trust we will."