Panic Room.

This is not a date.

"So…." Said Chris pausing for a second has he grabbed Stephanie's attention. "How are you going to spend your money?"

"I don't know," she wondered. "I haven't really thought about it."

"Oh please, we've had an awful lot of thinking time in here, it must have crossed your mind."

"Well I suppose I would spend it on a holiday, some new clothes, jewellery, there's this lovely tiffany necklace…"

"Typical." Chris muttered.

"What!"

"Typical materialistic things, it's not as if you need the money, $500,000 is the amount you might find in an old coat."

"Yeah, well what were going to spend it on?"

"I don't know."

"I'm sure you were going to spend it on typical materialistic things as well."

"No I wasn't!" Chris protested, but it was clear to anyone that she had hit the point straight away.

"I should have the whole million, really." He moaned.

"Sorry, but you can't get rid of me that easily, I'm sticking this out even if it kills me." Stephanie said proudly.

"There's no point trying to get you out now anyway, we've only got a few hours left."

"Wow, I think it's gone quite quickly." She noted happily.

"You kidding me, it feels like a bloody lifetime."

Stephanie was about to answer but she was cut short when a new and curious sound was heard outside the room.

"Is that footsteps?" She said quietly, looking over to the large steel door.

"Shhhh." Chris said, crawling over towards the door, as they waited tensely for any new movement. A few moments later footsteps were heard approaching the door and a hint of excitement filled her body as the anticipation grew.

"Do you think it could be food?" She asked, Chris just glared at her as he tried to listen more.

The person stopped outside the floor and placing in the small gap between the door and the floor, a plate was passed through and it took a few moments for Chris and Steph to realise that food lay on the plate in the form of waffles.

"Finally, breakfast has arrived!" Chris cheered, grabbing a waffle from the plate and munching at it happily. Stephanie followed with the same action, it had been so long since she had a proper meal, since the last time they ate in here, they ended up just throwing it at each other.

They ate in silence, each content with just enjoying that taste of food again and the fulfilment that it gave them.

"We've grown up a lot since being in here." Stephanie said as she took another bite of the waffle.

"How come?"

"The last meal we had, just formed into a food fight and now we'll not mad at each other and we are just eating our food like normal."

"Hey, I don't wanna waste this one, I'm starving."

"I still think we've got better though."

"I suppose so."

"Come on , I mean when we first came in here, we wanted to tear each other apart but now, dare I say we could even be friends?"

"Ill just say this, what happens in the Panic Room, stays in the Panic Room."

Stephanie was a bit disappointed at this, thinking that maybe that saying meant that Chris would still insult her outside of here, but she couldn't be bothered to deal with another confrontation so she grudgingly nodded and continued with her waffle. The waffle was the only thing that mattered at the moment.

"Do you think people are watching us?" asked Chris.

"No of course not!" Stephanie said in an alarmed manner looking around.

"But they must do, else there wouldn't be a point to it and no-one would know what happened."

"Please don't talk about it, I don't want to think about that they've seen." Said Stephanie thinking about the sleepwalking incident.

"Yeah, I guess so," replied Chris as if he shared the same point of view as her. In the back of his mind though, he hoped that this whole experience was being filmed, he still didn't entirely believe the sleepwalking story.

"You know what this reminds me of," said Chris smiling.

"Do I dare ask." Stephanie sighed.

"Us sitting here like this, reminds me of a date like thing."

"You've been on dates!" she laughed, almost choking on her waffle.

"Of course I have, of course career comes first, but I've had my fair share of the ladies, believe me."

"Well this is definitely not a date, and if it is, it's definitely a nightmare date."

"Oh come on, I bet you've had worst," jeered Chris.

"Don't count on it."

"Ok, fine another question…. how's Hunter in bed?"

"Oh my God, you're perverted!" Stephanie gasped, but she was laughing a little at the same time.

"Hey, it's a fair enough question."

"Not a question you ask on a date."

"I thought you said this wasn't a date." grinned Chris.

"Oh that's not the point."

"So is he good or not, out of 10 if it's easier."

"I'm not answering it, end of story."

"Oh come on," cooed Chris, egging her on.

"Ummmm, fine, 8."

"So what makes the whole ten?" said Chris, who knew he was stretching his luck but he was enjoying this at the same time.

"Unfornuately for you, I can't tell, its kinda a girl thing."

"So?"

"Say goodbye to this conversation Chris."

"I guess that's why you go elsewhere then."

"If I wasn't in such a good mood, I'd slap you one right now." Warned Stephanie.

"Why you in such a good mood?"

"Because I've eaten, that's why."

"Sure it isn't anything else, maybe the person sitting opposite you." He smiled.

"Nope, don't see anything there." said Stephanie jokingly, which finalised the conversation as they finidhed their waffles and slid the plates over to the room, hoping they would smash or break against the wall, but no such luck.

Stephanie went over to take another regular trip to the sun-dial, it was nearly 8, they had 4 hours left, a warm feeling enveloped as she began thinking of the outside world again, but the two weren't to rest yet, breaking the normal cycle of silence and boredom, footsteps were heard once more.

"Do you think we are getting pudding?" asked Chris.

"I don't know, I don't think so."

They waited in silence as footsteps were heard again, thumping on the ground, the mystery person who had paid his second visit today, kneeled down and instead of a plate slid an envelope through the gap.

"Well, what are you waiting for, go get it!" ordered Stephanie, waiting in anticipation.

"No, you get it."

"No, I asked you first."

It as if they were scared of the envelope as they just stood there watching its gleaming white appearance of the dark floor.

"Go on," Ushed Stephanie.

Chris relunctantly move forward and picked up the envelope slowly and carefully.

"What does it say?"

"It dosen't I think there's something inside."

Stephanie looked eager and excited like a little child with the new found surprise. Chris gingerly ripped open the envelope and pulled a small white piece of paper, with the black typing.

Stephanie couldn't read it as Chris held close to his chest as he glanced over the words.

"Come on, tell me, what is it?" asked Stephanie impatiently trying to look over Chris' shoulder.

"They want us to do a task….in the next two hours." Said Chris turning to Stephanie, watching her reaction.

To be Continued…