He lead her to a black car, that looked like it'd been through way too much. "What? So you rescue me from being kidnapped, and then kidnap me?" she yelled, alarmed. He looked hurt. "Gosh, I'm sorry…but who are you? Why does anyone care about me? I'm a 14 year old girl with no parents and nowhere to go. Wh-"
He cut her off. "Trust me, I can relate." He sighed. She tilted her head, questioning him. "Wait a second, did you work with my parents when they were alive?" she snapped. He just ignored her question. "You hungry? It's Cameron, right?" he said, his voice monotone and unstable. "Uh, yeah. And sure…what do you have?" "Yogurt. And um…that's pretty much it. I'll go to the store and pick up some cere—" "Yogurt?," she immediately perked up. "That should be fine." She smiled.
He walked her up to some rusty old staircase. It creaked and she was scared to walk on it, but she didn't say anything. He opened the door, and some pretty girl was at the counter, eating yogurt. "How's she doing?" she asked, as if Cameron wasn't there. "Oh, Cam, this is Fiona. She's my, uh, partner. Kind of. I mean like my job. Just don't ask, please." He blurted. Fiona nervously waved, and Cam fake smiled. She was still just confused, but she wasn't about to ask whatever his name was any questions. He might like kill her or something, she didn't know.
As if she wasn't already dazed enough, another new face came into the, as they referred to it, the 'loft'. He had a big Hawaiian shirt on, and was carrying a beer. "Whoa, hey there. I didn't know you already went to get her," He said and smiled. "Um…who is this now?" she asked, trying to be as polite as possible. "I'm Sam. Mikey, where's her parents?" she couldn't take it anymore, and burst into tears. 'Mikey' glared at Sam. She didn't know what to do, since they were all just staring at her…awkward. She just stepped outside and sat on the stairs. She needed to be alone and consider everything that had just happened all at once. Of course, her almost-silence was interrupted by Michael. "Hey." He said. Wiping off her face, she replied, "Hi." "Listen, I know you're probably scared and confused, but please don't cry. We'll figure this all out. My name's Michael. I help people, and I'll help you." Wow, comforting, she thought. Too bad he was a complete stranger.
"What…what happened to my life? Everything's just gone." She stuttered, "One second I was going to bed, then I was kidnapped, and now I'm here. I just want everything to be normal again." Michael pitied her, rubbing her back. He forgot that she didn't know him until she glared at him, and he returned his hands to his lap. Fiona came out, and said she had to leave. Michael looked at her longingly, and Cameron tried, and failed, to hide a chuckle. He glared back at her, and she just turned away. She went back into the loft, where Michael and Sam explained the whole dilemma, and why Mike rescued her. She didn't really fully understand, but just kept on nodding, and they didn't notice.
Michael pulled out a chair and put a pillow on it. Telling Cam to go lay down on the bed in the corner. She couldn't sleep, she had too much on her mind. She couldn't stop thinking about what they could've done to her parents and started crying again, silently. She turned to see if Michael heard, because she was embarrassed. She slowly turned her head, and jolted when she saw a figure peering over her. She screamed, but he clamped his hand over her mouth. She squinted, only to see that it was Michael. "Sorry," he said, and she looked offended. "I'll, um, return to my chair now…" he said. She rolled her eyes, and turned back over on the bed. "I just wanted to see if you were okay." He whispered, and in response, she sighed deeply.