"So, Senora, where are you from?" Susan asked.

"Senora?" Link teased. Doctor C. smacked him, and Link rubbed his very sore shoulder.

"Yes, Senora, and not from here. We went all over the country, me and Dad."

"Oh no, you were seperated from your father?"

"And thank God for that." I said. "The guy was a creep. Never could pay the house payments, and he just kept jumping around thinking he could start over. Kept changing our last name and everything. But, 'they' kept finding us, plus Dad kept adding new debts to his old ones."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Susan exclaimed.

"My father was ranch sauce." BOB said happily. I stared at him.

"Ranch sauce?"

Susan, Link, and Doctor C. nodded.

"Was your mother crazy?"

"No, she was a tomato."

I continued staring, then drifted back to my wall.

"Dude, stop doing that." Link said.

"It's my wall, I can stare at it if I want."

He rolled his eyes, and I glared at him.

"If you don't mind me asking, where is your mother?"

I stared at him. "She's saved."

"Saved?" Link asked.

"Yeah. well, not really, it's a joke."

"What's the punchline?" Link asked.

"She died."

"How is your mother's death a joke?"

"It's not a joke. That's just what my dad said. It's how she died. It shows how pathetic my dad was. Strangled her with a computer cord. He said she was saved from this world, and in the computer. Kept saying it was a joke, but I never found it funny."

The cockroach stared at me with a saddened face, and placed a hand on my soldier. I wiped it off and walked to where my wall was. "Open Sesame." I said to it.

It remained closed.

"Fine, Close Sesame." I sat down and stared at it.

Footsteps neared me, and I ignored whoever stood behind me.

"Is this why you're so moody?" Link teased.

I spun around and kicked him right in his stomach, when Monger appeared with a bunch of guards.

"Beta, treat your roommates with some respect here!"

"What goes around comes around." I replied.

Monger sighed. "Why did you kick him? You're like, twenty, this is not how you solve problems."

I smirked. "How old am I?"

Monger stared at me. "I'd say about eighteen to twenty." he said with a grin.

I laughed a little. "That's what everyone thought this year. Before this, naturally."

"So how old are you, we would like to put this in our files, if you know what I mean."

"I changed the subject!" I sang out.

"How did you-Oh, I see it. If you hadn't had reminded me, you would have gotten away with it."

One of his people wrote something on a clipboard.

"Well, I expect better behavior from you, Beta. You should know that. Toybox priveledges are revoked."

I laughed a little.

"Now, onto the other matter you brought up, how old are you?"

"I was born February 26, 1996. Figure it out."

"My god, you're fifteen?"

"Open Sesame." I tried again at the wall, giving it a kick.

He turned me around. "Do you have parents?"

"Barely. Open Sesame."

"Forget about the goddamn wall, girl! Where's your mother?"

"Saved."

"What? Fine, father?"

"Who knows."

"Any other relatives?"

"Dead ones."

"Is there anyone responsible for you?"

"He's not responsible."

"Who's he?" he demanded.

"OPEN SESAME!" I screamed, kicking the wall. I heard a few chuckles behind me.

"Where's your parents?" He tried again.

I sighed. "If I tell you, you won't ask anymore questions? Right?"

"About family matters, yes. But we may have some others in the future." He told a guy to open my door once I answered through his walkie talkie.

"Fine. My mother is saved and my father won't sit still."

I saw the wall open and I dashed toward it, just when the guy realized that I didn't give an answer and tried to close it.

Too late, I was in.

"Damn you, gods of Sesame." I muttered to myself.