"Dad, I don't get it, why are 'viruses' always the bad guys?"

"Well, I guess it's because we're usually trying to take down there home."

"But what if we're not? We could be there to rest or something."

"It won't matter. They think because they're immunities that they are automatically the good guys."

"But they try to kill us!"

"I know sweety, but that's the way things work. But remember, there are not as innocent as they think."

They continued to walk back to the orphanage from the park.

Chapter 11: Another Visit.

Maylie kept repeating those words in her head. 'That's the way things work… They think because they're immunities that they are automatically the good guys.' Jones seemed to be living proof of that. He thinks he's so great because he saved the blasted city of Frank.

It was the next day. The weather: Don't know, there was no window and no one would tell her. Time: don't know either, like anyone would tell her the time. All she does know is that she's still stuck in that cell, and Jones would be paying her another visit.

And she was right, Jones just popped out from the corner of the bars with a big grin across his face.

"Hey Maylie!" He greeted. "How are you today? I brought you another sandwich. I ran out of Jelly, so I hope you don't mind peanut butter and banana!"

She knew what he was trying to do: he was trying to suck up to her, gain her trust and what not. However, he was still being nice to her; even if she was sort of jerk like to him. She took the sandwich from his outstretched hand without a word.

"Hey, I'm still sorry that I snapped at you yesterday," he said. "I guess I should have understood that you're going through a tough time as it is, and you'll stand up for your dad. You guys must have a pretty good bond."

"He was all I had," she murmured. "He was all the family I had."

"I see…" he trailed off, unable to think of anything else to say. It was still for a very long time, both of them didn't even move. Maylie thought about something. Something he said yesterday that she thought she should at least correct. What did she have to lose?

"Jones," she began, (he perked up, probably happy to see that she was talking to him) "you know all the reasons that I'm locked up in hear, right?" He nodded. "And, one of them was because I 'attempted' to take down this body?" He nodded again. "Well, I wasn't here for that."

Jones looked a bit confused for a moment, and then he asked: "Why did you come here?"

"This," she showed him the DNA chain, "this is why I came. Not to use it to take down this body, but to return it to my dad."

"Isn't he dead?" Instantly, he regretted saying that, is contorted face showed that he did, but Maylie continued to answer his question.

"He is…"—Her eyes stung having to admit that—"but this was valuable to him, he told me himself. When he died, I promised him to get this back for him… Because I thought it wasn't fair… I just wanted…" She bit her lip; she hated having to talk about breaking her promise. None the less having to except the fact her dad was… dead.

"Sorry," he apologized. "I shouldn't have asked."

Maylie was close enough to the bars for Jones to put his hand on her shoulder for comfort. She didn't get mad, or glared at him, just gazed up at him with curiosity. Why is he so nice to me?

"Okay Maylie, it's almost time for my shift so I got to get going," he told her, giving her a final pat on the shoulder. "I'll be back tomorrow to check up on you. Kay?"

No answer.

"Well, bye then."

He disappeared down the prisons corridor, leaving her in her cell. She curled up a little ball, looking at the sandwich that he brought her. While picking through her memories little by little, choosing all her favorite times she's had this one thought the kept returning to her. It seemed out of the question, and in all impossible, but still, in her mind, it had to be possible, in her heart, there had to be a way.

Could I bring dad back?