Chapter Three

Siria walked down the dim corridor of the Mall. She held a plate with a sandwich and a glass of water. The day they had come back Ram was thrown into the cage. Everyone thought it was best since like the Guardian Ram had caused great disorder in the city, most believed even more so then the Guardian. Siria walked to the cage. Inside Ram sat on the floor. He was playing with a string, his hair and clothes in disarray. Hearing the footsteps he turned.
"Ah, Siria, it's been so long." He smiled.
"Hello Ram." Siria placed the food inside his cage. She then turned to leave.
"No, don't leave; I need to talk."
She sighed and sat next to the cage. "What?"
"Sorry about what said."
"I don't care...Ram, I was at the Hotel today with Ebony and well, do you know what happened to a lot of the test subjects and disappeared?" She looked at her hand as she spoke.
"No"
"You mean to tell me someone else took care of all those projects, I don't believe it."
"So who cares what you believe?"
"Well Java once said that-"
"Java is a liar."
"Don't speak ill of the dead, besides we found something that might be of interest to you, but you have to do a little job for Ebony, and the only way you can do it is if you get out of here and well you know what to do in order to make that happen."
"I told you I don't know what happened to them."
"If Java was a liar she probably took after her husband." Siria smiled.
"Or her sisters."
Siria gave a half hearted laugh. "I doubt little sister can be such bad influences." She got up to leave. "Well bye Ram and you know what to do." As she walked back to the she smiled to herself. Why was she getting such pleasure out of doing this? Because she finally had something to do besides clean and cook and take breakfast to a "sick" Trudy.
The café was empty except for Jay. He was eating a sandwich. When she walked in he looked up. Their eyes met. Siria walked across the café and grabbed an apple. She then walked back towards her room.
"Siria!"
"What, Jay, What? Are you going to feed me some BS to glaze over the fact that you used me?"
"Siria she's sick."
"No she isn't!" Siria closed her eyes and sighed. "I know when a person is sick and she looks as healthy as anyone here in the Mall, why can't you see that? Probably because you love her, and admit it you do." Jay didn't speak. "See" Siria tried to smile. "You love her." Before Jay could say anything, Siria ran to her room where she cried herself to sleep.