I went upstairs after breakfast and got my bag. The Acosta's and my mom were talking to some man down there who knew Warren's dad, but I decided I'd rather not talk to some random old guy. Casey offered to come with me but I turned him down. I was still mad at him, after all.
Can you blame me?? He flirted with some Australian girl, RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. I mean, that's ridiculous. Sure…we're not officially going out or anything but still…and we are now 'family.' But Casey wouldn't do that…maybe I was spinning this out of proportion. I took a calming breath and grabbed my button-afied shoulder bag out of my suitcase. I'm overeating.
Taking the elevator down I watched the numbers descend slowly. The man in the elevator beside me was looking through some briefcase, so I adverted my eyes. I was no spy…but even so, I stole quick glances at the metal orb he was holding. I couldn't understand it. What did it do?
The elevator ringed to a stop at the thirteenth floor. I thought that was particularly strange. First of all, there was no button to command the 13th, and second-I thought they normally put the boilers in there. I could feel the puzzled look come across my face and I stopped worrying about Casey.
The man stepped out and instead of walking down the hall in a hurry he stood on the other side of the doors. He turned around and stared at me. Can we say creepy much? The doors began to slide closed just as he spoke.
"You have 72 hours."
And then I was alone.