This chapter is a little shorter than others, but I wanted to get a chance on showing the personalitis together. Next chapter we get to the fun fear gas parts and soon the journals will begin!

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Crane sat in his office with his feet thrown up onto his desk. In front of him was his laptop that he made sure to face away from the door. His eyes were focused on the laptop as he watched the live stream of the room Nirvana was in. She was just laying in bed. She hadn't even touched the food he had brought her. Could she really have been sleeping that whole time? Or did she already give up? He scoffed at the second thought. He knew her better than that. She wouldn't give up that easily. Atleast not yet. Everyone had gone home for the night and he should be home as well, when he thought about it. He hadn't slept the night before and he felt his lids get heavy. But he didn't want to leave her on the first night. He couldn't even fathom that thought. He kept his eyes on the screen despite his need for sleep. He watched her curl tighter into herself, even dipping her head into her chest. She hadn't eaten dinner either. It still sat on the floor. It had been soup, it was probably freezing by then. Then his mind suddenly had a revelation. She was probably freezing.

He sighed audibly. She would be atleast be digesting the food if she had just eaten and her metabolism would keep her slightly. He stretched in his chair and stood from it. He grabbed his suit jacket and threw it over his shoulder. He moved from his office and back towards her new home.

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She hadn't been so cold before. Her body was prickled with goosebumps as she stay cuddled into herself. How could that idiot not think of putting a blanket in the room? She cursed in the darkness as she curled tighter into herself. Her head whirled with thoughts of what he had said before. People had died under his care. Did they die in this room? Did their spirits haunt the room she slept in? She felt the aura drop suddenly as she thought of it. She didn't move however, just laid in the exact same spot. It was then that she heard the footsteps coming down the hallway. She opened one eye as she listened to the steps come closer. She closed her eye as the door opened and felt the rush of air as her confinement was opened. She remained perfectly still as she felt the presence grow closer to her and was surprised when something was placed over she shoulder. She felt sudden warmth wash over her as the cloth was laid over her gently. She felt her body suddenly relaxed and she let out an audible sigh. A hand was placed on her shoulder and she immediately tensed up again.

"When you feel like it, I brought some more food. It's soup and bread, eat it before it gets cold. It will help," he spoke gently, as if not to disturb her, "I'm sorry I forgot to put a blanket in her, I'll bring something better tomorrow," he added and she could tell that he did actually feel bad about it. She scooted away from the hand and moved so that she was closer to the wall. She didn't want admission to his own stupidity unless it was him letting her go. He sighed loudly, annoyed. But he left afterwards. She heard the door shut quietly and heard the foot steps going back down the hallway. She shrugged the "blanket" off her shoulders and moved towards the smell of food. The soup had such a warm aroma, she wished she would have been at home to enjoy it. When she found the new tray, she was about to lift it towards the bed but as her hands touched the edges, she didn't want to drop it by accident. She removed her hands from it and turned on her hill and went towards what she thought was the door. After running her hands along the walls for 5 minutes, she finally felt the indent that signalled she had finally found it. She reached towards the top, feeling the light wood that covered the eye door. She tried to see if she could slid it open, but the wood wouldn't budge. It must have had a latch on it. She didn't have the strength to just punch it off, and with fear of ruining her good hand, she decided against the idea anyway. She placed her hand against the wood and pushed a few times before she gave one final push with all her weight behind it. She sighed in relief when the wood broke against her hand, so she did it once more and the entire plank broke in half. Moonlight shone into the room. It wasn't much light but it was some. She turned to take in her room this time seeing that it wasn't as small as she thought. There was a metal sink and toilet in the corner and her bed was on the opposite side. The entire room was white concrete, including the floors. She looked along the roof and noticed a small black camera in each corner. She smirked, Crane had seen. She quickly held up her middle finger, a smirk still on her face but didn't say anything before moving to her tray and bringing it to her bed and ate like she hadn't seen food in weeks.

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Crane watched as he was flipped the bird, sipping coffee from a foam cup. He smirked quietly and shook his head before moving to his list of things to bring the next day, and wrote down new wood for the door.

"Enjoy it while you can," he stated to her though also himself.

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After she finished eating, she moved to the door and slid the tray under the door for pick up the next day. She looked around the room once again, a new found strength in her body, as her food digested into her sympton. She looked up at the cameras and spoke clearly.

"Can you hear me, Crane?" She asked looking at the camera closest to the door. Crane looked at the laptop as a voice came out of it and he pulled out his headphones and plugged them in. He grabbed the mic built into the headphones and spoke,

"Yes I can hear you."

His voice echoed throughout the room and Nirvana looked at the camera, "So can I ask when you'll let me out of here? Am I going to die here or will you let me go at some point?"

"It depends. If I let you out, will you tell anyone about what you saw?"

"You mean that you kidnapped me and forced me into seclusion or just what you did at the gala?"

"Both, I suppose," he answered mid chuckle.

"The answer to both is yes. But I still think you should let me out. We're friends, aren't we?"

"I don't know, are we?"

"Well I liked to think so till you know," she motioned to the room in a grandeur gesture before looking back at the camera.

"Its only a safety precaution, Nelson."

"Bull shit, Crane. This is a punishment for not letting you in. If I told you what I saw, can I atleast get showers and some sort of extra something, like a hair brush and shoes," she asked coolly, crossing her arms over chest as she motioned down to her bare feet.

"You won't tell me what you saw."

"If you made it worth the cost, I may."

"Oh I can make it worth it," Crane stated with another chuckle.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes, "Okay forget I mentioned it. Will you just let me die in here, Jon?"

"Of course not," he stated coolly.

She shook her head and moved away from the camera. Crane felt a chance slip from his grasp and he quickly continued, "Tell me what you saw, and I'll get a lamp for your room, hair brush, and shoes. Maybe showers but that will be easier said than done."

"You can wait," she stated harshly, moving around the room, inspecting everything with her hands clasped behind her back. She looked at the mattress and stayed quiet as she saw clean sheets. Crane breathed in through his nose in anger before retorting.

"Enjoy that light while you can, Nelson. I'll be sure to fix it tomorrow."

"Oooooh I'm shaking," Nirvana retorted, almost in a mocking tone though in her chest she felt scared of being left in the dark again, "What's the point of keeping it dark, Jon?"

"Because you don't know what's in it," He explained, calming down once again. She nodded her head, and looked back up at the camera.

"Can you also bring a hair clip for me?"

"I have your clips in my office, I'll give them to you in the morning. Good night, Nirvan-"

"You're not going to sleep. You'll be watching these cameras all night, won't you Crane?"

He stayed silent for a moment, watching her through the screens as she turned to face the camera nearest the door again. She rose an eyebrow and smirked once again, his eyes roaming her face for something. But she kept it blank and she did this well. He sat back in his chair, remaining silent. He stared at her eyes as she stared at the camera. Waiting for something else. Her face held still as she spoke again.

"What... what will the treatment be?" She worded carefully, keeping her face clear of emotion. Crane remained silent still, and she shifted on one foot to the other. He smirked quietly, placing a thin finger over his lips as if to keep himself from reacting.

"Crane?"

Another silent few moments before she looked away from the cameras, cursing to herself under her breath as she kept wondering the room. Crane remained silent but kept his headphones in, muting his microphone just in case. He watched as she wondered her small room, picking up her mattress and putting it back down. Moving over to her sink and toliet, inspecting every small nook and crannie in the room. She was trying to memorize where everything was before he took the light away again. It wasn't too long before she laid back down in bed. Crane watched as she pulled his suit jacket back up to cover her.

Nirvana held the jacket in her hand. She wanted to throw it to the floor and just be cold while she slept, but she knew better. Wrapped the jacket around her shoulders and curled up her body so that the only thing left outside of the jacket were a few toes. She relaxed back into its warmth, taking note of the smell this time. It was a musky scent but it also had its clean undertones to it. It reminded her of pine needles and wood. She figured it was Crane's cologne, though she had never been close enough to him to pick up on such a smell. She breathed in deeply, finding the scent both revolting and calming. Revolting because it reminded her of him, but also calming, because she had considered Jonathon a friend. And it did remind her of him and of a moment she felt at ease with him when they talked.

Crane watched as she nestled into his jacket and was happy to see her get comfortable inside it's fabric. He saw her eyes close finally and could sense sleep was creeping upon her. He relaxed in his chair, pulling out the headphones and leaning back in his seat, placing his feet up on the desk again and knitting his hands together and resting them on his stomach.

He was tired but he wouldn't leave. When the morning came, he would sleep. But right then, he needed to stay awake.

He just didn't want to leave her alone on her first night.