"I hope they won't overdo it, thought. I can't stand the screaming", said Mr Conway, not yet having noticed Maka.

"I'm afraid that's something you'll have to endure", said Dr. Evans, they seemed to be completely oblivious to her. Maybe she should make some noise to get noticed. Maybe she should wait until they noticed her.

"Seems Maka has finished the tea", said Dr. Evans. Maka stepped closer, to hand them their cups.

"About time. She's really slow", said Mr. Conway, "but I'm sure that can be cured with a sound trashing as well". Dr. Evans checked his watch.

"Well, she actually only needed seven minutes", said Dr. Evans.

"I thought it was longer", said Mr. Conway, taking his cup.

"Well, on the subject of the case, another issue is Mr. Malooney's testimony", said Dr. Evans, "What does he know?".

"Could you tell your slave to give us some privacy first?", asked Mr. Conway.

"I understand, this is a very sensitive case. I will lock her in her quarters", said Dr. Evans. Maka knew what she had to do, so she went to her quarter. Dr. Evans and Mr. Conway followed her closely. Once she had entered her quarter, they closed the door behind her. Then it was locked with a click. Maka wondered why they had locked her in her quarter. Obviously so that she couldn't eavesdrop. Which raised the question again of what Mr Conway was accused of. They were discussing information that she must not be allowed to know under any circumstances, but what? Maybe she could hear them if she put her ears on the wall. She picked a spot under the spyhole, so that she could not be seen. Then she listened attentively to any sound that she could hear. She heard the sound of her ear brushing against the wall, but nothing else. She continued to listen for a few minutes, before she realized that she wouldn't hear anything. What did Jonathan say he did when Louis K. locked him in. Enjoy the time off? That actually seemed like a good idea, she couldn't do anything at this time, anyway. She lay down on the bed, and turned to the wall side, covering herself with the blanket. She tried to go to sleep, and after a while, she actually fell asleep.

"Wake up", said her owner. Maka woke up, feeling incredibly tired. Why was she so tired? She wasn't tired when she went to sleep, and now she was even more tired. She probably wouldn't be this tired if she had simply stayed awake. She just hoped her owner wouldn't get angry. She got up on her feet and faced him, awaiting orders.

"In case you haven't noticed, it will be lunchtime soon", said Dr. Evans. How many people would she have to cook for? Was the client still here? She would cook for two, just in case. Maka went into the kitchen, and started to boil some potatoes. She knew several hundred ways to prepare potatoes, most involved boiling them. Maka used to eat potatoes almost every day until her capture. She always peeled them so that the peel was paper thin. It would have been such a disgrace to waste food. How she wished she could eat one of these potatoes now. But if she did that, her owner would find out. Would he? Maybe, but she better not risk it. If he the rag was still in by tomorrow, she would try to sneakily eat something. After she had finished preparing the potatoes, she wondered for how many people she should set the table, as the client may still be there. If she set for only one person, she might insult him. But if she set for two people, her owner might get angry. She would have to guess. She set the table for one person. If the client was still there, she could set the table for him, too. This way, if she underestimated the number of people, her mistake would be easier to fix.

"Come here", ordered her owner after he had eaten his meal. Maka didn't know what to expect. He could take the rag out, or he could slap her for some perceived mistake. She stepped up to him. He turned her around and removed the covering rag. Then he turned her around and removed the other rag as well. Maka's jaw, or rather it's muscle had become sore from being in an uncomfortable position this long. At first, she found it difficult to close her mouth. She should probably say something.

"Thank you, master", said Maka, her jaw hurting with every word.

"Be warned that if I hear similar complaints again, the rag will stay in for a lot longer", said Dr. Evans.

"Yes, master", said Maka. She wondered whether she would be allowed to eat now. After all, there was a lot leftover and she was hungry. Her owner left the room, and Maka carried the dishes back into the kitchen. Was she allowed to eat now? What would happen if she was caught eating something? Wait, he said that she would get no food as long as the gag was in. So she was allowed to eat now. She grabbed herself a spoon and ate the meal directly out of the pot, after all, she would have to clean the pot later. And this way, she would have to clean less plates. After she had finished cleaning the dishes, she wondered what she was supposed to do. The house was clean, every room having been cleaned in the last week. However, the living room had only been cleaned partially. And the office hadn't been cleaned. But she wasn't allowed in the office. She would clean the living room. She started by sweeping it, even though she didn't really know why, as the floor had already been swept. Then she mopped the floor. She would have to do something about the carpet. As far as she knew, the proper way to clean a carpet was to hang it up and to beat it. She should probably do that, or her owner might hang her up and beat her.

"Maka! Come into my office right now!", yelled her owner.