Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews! I'm not all that confident in this chapter it was really a spur of the moment thing, I think it came out quite messy to be honest. But either way I hope you somewhat enjoy it. The next chapter I'm thinking of going with a Lost kind of angle in which it focuses on character's backgrounds. Maybe. So yeah off to reading.

"Sydney, can you please talk to me?" Oliver asked through gritted teeth. Sydney had been staring at the wall in the hallway mumbling to herself for the last ten minutes. And frankly, he was getting a bit tired of playing Mr. Nice Guy.

Sydney suddenly turned towards him, tears shining in her confused eyes. She pushed past him as if he wasn't there and breezed into the torturous room, her sneakers sliding in the blood-stained floor. Oliver watched as she crouched down next to Savvi's body and shakily held out a hand towards the breast pocket of her smart suit. She pulled out a crumpled note just as Reyna and Trish returned from their search of the others.

"No sign of them." Reyna informed them.

"It's a big house." Trish remarked. Her eyes narrowed at a small slip of paper located near the carousel. "W-what's that?"

Sydney, who still bore that strange confused look, turned. She snatched the folded paper and smoothed it out to reveal a photograph. Stepping out of the room, she handed it to Oliver. His eyes grew. It was a picture of Reyna being embraced by two people who appeared to be her parents. Their faces were crossed out with red x's.

Reyna herself quickly yanked the picture from him and took a look herself, her messy black hair all but obscuring her view. She flipped the photograph to find another eerie message scribbled in the back, 'X marks the spot'.

Without a word she stuffed it in her pocket and turned to the corridor and began walking. Oliver and Trish began to follow. "You coming?" he asked Sydney.

"Hoffman..." she murmured, observing the note she had taken from Savvi's pocket. Reyna stopped abruptly and looked at her.

"What did you say?"

"Hoffman. Mark Hoffman. He's the one who put us here."

"Who?" Trish and Oliver asked simultaneously.

Sydney held up the note. "He was a guy I used to date. A police detective. He also must've been Savvi's boss, the one that fired her which would explain how she recongized the handwriting on the clue. It's his handwriting. He wrote it.

"Reyna's face flushed. "W-when did you date him?"

"A couple of years ago even though he was already in a relationship," Sydney admitted rather sheepishly. "It was somewhat of a one-night stand...except it lasted more than one night...wait do you know him?"

Reyna's fists curled at her sides and her gaunt face took a vicious new angle. "You BITCH!"

She pounced at Sydney, her hands reaching for her neck.

"I'm sorry about your brother." Chloe told Ella empathetically as they stopped to rest a bit in the corridor.

Ella rubbed her neck. "It's okay. It's not as if it was your fault. Things just happen. If you don't mind my asking...what's the deal with your brother?"

Chloe messed with his reddish brown hair a bit before answering. "He took the blame for something I did a while back. I kind of owe my life to the guy." he chuckled weakly and ran his fingers through his arm, passing over the barely visible needle marks.

"Junkie?" Ella asked nonchalantly.

Chloe turned red.

Ella merely laughed. "Hey, I don't judge. Binge-drinker.

Chloe smiled. "Ex-junkie. I'm recovering. But let me tell you that I've never had a bigger craving than now."

Ella rested her hand on his shoulder. "We'll get through this."

Chloe shifted uncomfortably. "I'm gay!" he blurted out.

Ella sat startled for a couple of minutes. Then she burst out into uncontrollable laughter. "Oh my god...what a freaking day. Captured by some psycho, trapped in a house with a bunch of potential murderers, bleeding to death, and now being turned down by the first guy I've hit on in years..." She stood up, clutching her stomach, still laughing.

Chloe stared at her in disbelief as she continued her laugh attack down the hall. Suddenly, she collasped.

"Ella!"

Chloe rushed forward and noticed that her face was drained of color. The blood loss was getting to her. Ella grinned, baring her sparkling teeth. "And here I thought only Fred Weasley could get away with the whole laughing until the end thing." She let out another weak giggle.

Chloe slapped her slightly. "You're not dying okay? Snap out of it. Please."

"What are you going to do? Give me a blood transfusion? I think I'm a type A no make that a B...ah hell just pour whiskey down my veins for all I care." she wheezed, her breathing slowing and the laughter subsiding.

Chloe felt her cool skin and grimaced. "Damn. We need help...Lenard! H-he should know what to do. C-can you wait here?"

But Ella was dazed, muttering what sounded oddly like a Justin Bieber song under her breath.

Chloe checked her wrists and tightened the fragment of clothing around it before cradling her in his arms as she passed out. He quickly hurried off to find Lenard.

Corrine groaned. The screaming had stopped which meant that most likely whoever had been in peril was now dead. She slammed her fist into the wall in frustration. She had to prove that she could be useful. If not to them then to herself. Trish's words had gotten to her. Because of her father's influence she had also ruined lives, lives that she hadn't even given that much of an after-thought to. It wasn't her fault she knew, it wasn't as if she asked her father to bribe Harvard but she hadn't done anything to stop it. In her own way she HAD been an accomplice.

But with the group having separated there wasn't much she could do but walk around in hopes of finding answers.

She could feel her eyelids growing heavy as she passed through what appeared to be a shabby living room. Her whole body ached and her arms had gone numb. Breathing heavily, she turned the corner when she felt something press up against her head.

"Don't move." a gruff voice commanded.

Corrine's heart stopped when she heard a familiar click go off. She had hung around her father's 'business' meeting too long to not recongize it. It was a gun.

"Now move forward carefully, make no sudden movements, and listen to everything I say." the voice ordered.

Corrine could tell it was a male voice but her mind was too foggy to make out who it was. Closing her eyes, she did as asked.