I'm free! I thought. Now I can find Rose. Was she still alive? Oh no! Would she still remember me? What if she had gotten married and raised a family without me? I pushed the thoughts aside. Of course she would remember me. She promised she would.

Just as I was setting my mind to go out and find Rose I realized that the people in suits and coats around me had different ideas for my future. One woman with dark brown straight hair approached my encasement and looked up at me. She stood there for some time and I returned her gaze. What was she doing?

She finally moved. She reached her hand down into her pocket and pulled something out. I had never seen anything like it before, but I didn't press the matter. I just wanted to find my Rose. She did something to the little box she held in her hand and my encasement started to move. It shook a little and then started to come apart. Literally, the sides just fell back like they had broken or something. Seeing a free chance to get out, I seized the opportunity and walked off of the supports I was on.

The people around me didn't seem to like that much and they quickly rushed towards me, yelling at each other and what looked like at me too. Two men grabbed my arms and held me where I was just standing right off the support. Another man walked up to me and stood in front of me with his hands behind his back. He too was wearing a white coat. "What is your name boy?" he suddenly asked.

I looked at him, not sure if I should respond or not. This guy might be trouble. After all he did have two large men holding my arms so I couldn't move anywhere. "Why should I trust you?" I asked him.

He seemed to understand my dilemma and ordered the two men on each side of me to let go. "We were only afraid you'd run off before we could ask who we had the pleasure of meeting."

I could live with that. "Jack."

"Do you have a last name?"

Something in the back of my mind told me not to tell him. Why? I couldn't say. Only that my instincts were begging me not to tell him. "Brown." I smiled as the thought of the ever so kind and helpful Molly Brown came into my head. What a woman!

"Well Mr. Brown, it's a pleasure to meet you. Now if you don't mind we'll escort you to your room."

"Room?"

Once again he seemed to see my confusion. "Yes, we always provide rooms for our patients and their first night here. Call it a gesture of hospitality."

"Thank you then," I managed to mumble back. I was starting to get a very strange feeling about this whole situation however. There were lights and bright boxes everywhere. Words, numbers, and pictures appeared on the bright boxes. Then there was the over all feel of the room. Everyone seemed tense. They looked at me like I was from another planet or something. It was such a weird feeling, having everyone's eyes on me. Watching my every move as I followed the man I had talked to into a separate hallway.

"Where am I?" I finally asked.

No answer.

"Where are we going?"

Still no answer.

I then stopped in my tracks. Something was definitely wrong.

The man in front of me continued to walk down the hallway. I stood there in the hallway for a minute or two trying to figure out what to do. I decided I would get out of here. If I was ever going to find Rose, I definitely wouldn't find her here.

I turned around trying to find somewhere to go. There was a door down the hall where we had come from. But it was about 10 feet away. Because of the curvature of the hallway, if I went down to that doorway, the others back in the first room would see me and probably try to stop me. I still had to take the chance.

I silently retraced my steps until I got to the door. I pulled on it. Nothing. It was locked. Great, now what! I would have to run back through the room where I was awakened. Which means that I would have to run past all the people in that room. For Rose, I thought to myself. And I started running.

"Hey!" I heard a voice farther down the hall, most likely the man I was supposed to be following. "Catch him!"

Uh-oh. I started running faster as I burst through the hallway into the main room. Everyone stopped and I could feel the tension. Finally some brainiac yelled, "Get him!" Time to go! And I turned on the go switch.

I'd never felt my legs move so fast before. I ran down another hall away from all the people chasing me. It was like a maze. There were doors here, doors there. People crowded on the walls as I ran through with my mob following me. Rose was the only thing on my mind. I have to find Rose!

As I turned a corner I suddenly found myself being knocked to the ground. All the air had been swept out of my lungs, and head hurt from hitting the ground. I looked up to see why I had fell, and saw a man with his arm sticking out and a smirk painted across his entire face. I used my arms to push myself backwards away from him and then stumbled to get up, but it was too late. The mob had caught up to me.

Two more men grabbed my arms and led me to the same man again.

"Jack," he said, "I thought we had an agreement."

"I want to go."

"I can't do that. You're too valuable to us."

I cocked my head. Valuable? Me? To them?

"You don't understand Jack, but we need you. We can't let you just go."

I didn't see any reason for them to think me valuable. What had I done that was worthy in my life? Nothing. I was a nobody. A poor boy. I didn't have a home. I didn't own anything. I didn't belong to anybody. But then the picture of Rose came into my mind again. She had turned my life around.

The man saw my uneasiness at being called valuable and laughed. He had a deep laugh. Then with a flick of his hand he sent the two men holding me away. I was almost sure they were going to take me to my room.

They dragged me into a room and sat me down on a chair. The two men held me down, while a woman came in after us. She put on gloves and grabbed something that I couldn't identify. She turned her back to me and did something with it. When she turned around, she was holding it in her hand. A sharp looking pointy needle was pointing up and she squirted something out of the end of it. The two men held me down, and one pulled my head down to my shoulder. The woman advanced and came right up to my side.

"Wait! Wait, what is that? What are you doing? Hey! Stop! What are you doing?" I tried to break free of their grasp, but it did no good. The woman came closer and finally stuck the needle in my neck. I gave out a short cry and winced. But then she pulled it out, but the pain did not go away. My neck was still hurting.

The two men then hoisted me up and made me stand on my feet. The woman turned around again and did something so I couldn't see what she was doing. While she did it, my captors took my hands and held them out so my arms were stretched straight out. The woman turned back around, and she was holding a white jacket with straps on it. She put the jacket on my arms and then did something I was not expecting. "Hey, stop! Stop! What are you doing with that?" I tried to break free of their grasp once more, but they only held on tighter. The woman pulled the sleeves behind my back, forcing my arms to follow. She then tightened it and secured my jacket so I could not remove it. I tried to bring my arms in front of me, but they were stuck behind my back.

The two men grabbed me once again, walked me out into the hallway and led me away. After descending several flights of stairs, we came to the level the men were looking for. "Put him in number nine," a man in a white suit called. My captors carried me forwards a ways and finally stopped in front of a door. The door was opened and inside it was a bare room with a small mat on the floor and no windows, only tall bare walls of stone. They threw me in and I landed on my face on the cold floor. "No!" I yelled and tried to get up to race back out the door, but it had already been closed. As I ran into it, I heard the lock click shut. I was trapped.

Author's Note: Here's chapter 3 I guess. Please review and tell me what you think. Also if anyone has any ideas for sub plot details I would love to hear them. For example, should there be a romance story, should he do something in America, etc.

I have to write chapter 4 now, so I'll try to get it up soon! :)

SeaLioness