Chapter 4: The Spite in the Voice
The panic went away as quickly as it came when Sweets saw that his captor was only a teenage girl.
He had nothing to be afraid of, Right?
"You're awake," She said "Good."
Was it his aching head or did he hear an accent?
English? Australian? Did it really matter?
She spoke again "You know why you're here, right?"
"No..." Sweets managed to say.
The girl grabbed something off the table and shoved it right in his face.
Booth's brain scans?
Things kept on getting creepier and creepier.