Cameron unlocked the door of the garage and guided Troian down a confined, damp and dark corridor to a small grey room. It was lighted with a dim lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. There was a double bed pushed against the left wall, the right wall acted like a kitchen area, with a chest fridge, sink and two cupboards. The whole place looked like a cell.

"And this is where you'll be staying." Cameron announced. Troian didn't respond, she was wiping the tears away from her reaction from seeing Keegan ouside. Cameron, however, thought she was crying due to the circumstances. "Look, Troi-" He was cut of by Troian.

"Do not call me that!" Troian blurted, a mixture of anger and distraught was conveyed in her tone. Cameron dismissed this and carried on,

"- You only have to stay here for a couple days whilst he's getting here."

"Will you be around much?" Troian looked at him with her puffy red eyes- she'd given up hiding her emotions now.

"Um, no. I'm on another job for a week, but I'll be back before he comes on Tuesday." He looked at her sympathetically and cupped her face in his hands. "I'll be back on Monday, okay?" He smoothed down her hair and kissed her hand. "See you soon."

Troian mumbled a short "Okay." and he left her in the bland room. She grabbed her phone out of her pocket and pressed call Keegs. He picked up immediately.

"Troi?"

"Keegs!"

"Where are you? Are you alright?"

"I'm in this room... Yeah I'm okay. Has he left yet? He's leaving me for a week!"

"Yeah he's left, just driven away. Which room?"

"Um as you enter the garage, you go down this cramped hallway and it's the room on the left, why?"

"Okay babe, I'm coming to get you."

"No way, Keegs. It's too dangerous, what if someone saw you?"

"They wont, Troi." And he hung up. Troian hid the phone under her single pillow and started to pace the room, biting at her fingernails. Her mind was running wild with thoughts about what might happen to Keegan if he tried to rescue her.

Keegan ran over the road and to the entrance Troian was guided into. He looked around to make sure there were no passers by and he tried the handle. To his relief, it was unlocked. He slipped in and squinted as he tried to adjust his eyes to the poor lighting. He walked down the corridor, guiding himself by pressing his hands against the walls. He breathed in and out slowly and shut his eyes tightly- he was claustrophobic- but he knew Troian was at the end of the confined space so he kept moving at a quick pace until he got to a row of doors. He found the one Troian described and tried the door. Locked.

"Troi?" Keegan raised his voice as he spoke through the door.

"Keegs?" Troian shouted, "Keegs? KEEGS?" Thinking she'd imagined it she sat back on the edge of the bed and started to cry.

Keegan felt around the door frame for a key or something, and to his delight, a key fell to the ground. He tried it in the lock, slowly turning it to shun his disappointment if it didn't work. There was a click. He tried the door handle and slowly pushed the door open.

Troian heard the door. Thinking it would be Cameron, she didn't look up from her palms, now moist from tears. She felt someone sit next to her and put an arm around her shoulder. She was about to shake Cameron off when she caught a whiff of a specific scented cologne. Could it be? She thought as she slowly looked at the body next to her. Her eyes caught his.

"Kee-" She was cut off by his familiar lips pressed onto hers.