Olivia had vowed to stay awake the entire night. As she waited, she could've sworn that she was hearing familiar screams but they were neither hers nor Ella's. They sounded like children's screams as well. And then she swore she felt something being brushed against her cheek, like a cruel déjà vu. She sensed it and knew it was the blade of a knife.

It caused her to swing her head and she hit her face against the wall…finally waking up from her nightmare. The stone wall was the thing she felt against her cheek as she had unwittingly fell asleep. Turning over, Olivia found Ella stirring awake. How were they going to cope now that they experienced last night was NOT a dream?

Slowly now, Ella was opening her eyes. "Aunt Liv?"

"Yeah?"

"We're still here aren't we?"

Olivia couldn't sugarcoat her response. "I'm sorry."

Looking at her niece, Olivia realized that they could actually see each other better than they did when they first arrived. Olivia shifted her eyes and found something she never thought would be here.

"Look Ella…light. It must be morning."

Ella shifted out from her aunt's embraced with Olivia moaning from the pain all the while. She got up and followed the source of the light. It was the first time either of them had ventured past the corner where fear had kept them since arriving here.

"Ella, be careful." There was nothing more that Olivia could do other than to look.

The cell they were in was rather small…not even half the size of a typical bedroom and everything was aging concrete or stone. Metal bars aligned themselves along the wall opposite of the light, and Olivia could see the long chains that she heard being set up the night before. Beyond the bars however, she couldn't see a thing, even with the light in the room it was though as if a second wall was just a few feet beyond their cell. Most of the bars had rusted to brown or green. Olivia could only determine that wherever they were, it was a very old place. Perhaps centuries old.

The light was coming from the back wall but it was very high. If Olivia didn't have broken limbs, she could easily push Ella up to it but the opening looked tiny.

"Eww."

"What is it?"

Ella wiped her face. "I felt water."

"It's probably a leak," said Olivia. She looked over and saw some objects lying on the opposite end of the cell. "What's over there, Ella? Can you see?"

Carefully she walked over. "It's a bucket with a lot of sand." Next to the bucket was a cardboard box with the flap opened. "And food!"

She half dragged, half carried the box back over to Olivia. Olivia looked in and saw the containers with food stored in them along with bags of chips and even bottles of waters. Enough food between the two of them to last several days.

Ella tried to reach for a bag of chips. "Wait," said Olivia.

"What's wrong Aunt Liv?"

"It's just…I don't want you eating anything unless I know it's safe." After all, Olivia still had no clue as to why either of them were here. She could only suspect that their captor wanted them (or at least one of them) alive for the next several days. But the food could be tainted. It could be poison or a drug.

She would have to test it. She picked up one of the bottled waters first. It looked like a typical store bought water with the cap seal and unopened but she wasn't going to take her chances. She opened the bottle and took a few sips until she was sure it was safe.

Then she opened one of the food containers.

To her surprise, it looked like lobster meat. It looked cooked at least but it did smell a bit. Olivia nibbled on a small piece. After a while…nothing.

"We're okay," she said with relief. She pulled out the other food containers and saw a worn out towel at the bottom the box. She tore at it using her mouth and it fell apart easily but the cloth was perfect for a makeshift cast.

"Ella, can you help me?"

She was happy oblige helping her aunt put together a cast for her arm. It was a small brief distraction at least from their current situation.

When they were done, Olivia's arm would no longer be bothering her as much. Her leg she would just have to make do.

There was nothing to do in the cell now but to sit around and wait. Olivia, whenever she had the strength to do so, did her best to analyze the situation. Without the ability to walk she wasn't of much help to Ella and she wasn't going to put her niece through any danger that would require her to be alone…even if there was a slight chance that she could get her out through a small opening of some kind. It was too much of a risk.

Ella came back to nestle under her aunt. "Aunt Liv, how long do we have to be in here?"

"I don't know."

"Do you think somebody will find us here."

"I hope so."

"Maybe," Ella yawned. "Maybe Peter will find us."

Olivia caught herself with a faint smile, the first since they were brought here. "I think he will," she said although really she wasn't all that sure at all. She knew that by now they had to be aware that the two of them were missing.

The light from the wall (possibly a crack) was getting dimmer. It was close to nighttime already? Of course their captor wasn't going to come to them during the day. It was better for them to come at night and instill the fear into both of them.

It was worse than that as Olivia would later realize. The sand bucket in the cell was their only means of a toilet and it was near humiliating for her to have to ask for Ella's help when she had to use it. These weren't the type of conditions she ever expected to expose her niece to.

Another day had passed and Olivia began to worry that no one was going to find them. She would need to find a way to let someone in the outside world know where they were before it was too late.

Night came and Olivia found herself on guard again, letting herself listen for the slightest bit of noise. She could only hear a familiar hum like the ocean waves. It might be a clue as to where they were. They could be closer to civilization than she assumed. Tomorrow she would have to come up with something but for now she needed to stay awake.

Their captor, meanwhile was three stories above them. Because the lower stories were made of stone he could easily walk around upstairs without being heard. Which was a good thing, as he was almost ready to begin the procedure.

Yeah sorry not much happens here. Next chapter will be back to Peter's perspective and things will start to pick up as well as the motive for the abduction.