"Your mom is really nice." The boy said, walking by her side.
"Yeah. She is. She really likes you, you know." She smiled up at him.
"Of course she does. I'm amazing and lovable." They both laughed. Then continued to walk in silence. It was a cool, breezy night. They were coming from an Italian restaurant and heading to the old fashioned theater just down the block. It was one of those rare days when everything seemed perfect.

The Next Day

Groggily, Maggie stumbled down the stairs. Only to see that the two detectives had come back. They were talking to Jillian and her husband. Once they heard her, they all turned their heads to look her way. Jillian frowned, looking back to the detectives.

"She'll do it." Maggie raised a brow. "What did she just agree to?" Detective Yin walked over to Maggie.

"We need you to come with us."

Maggie walked outside with Detective Yin and Bennett while Jillian stood in the doorway, waving goodbye. Climbing in the back of the police car, Bennett got in the front and Yin climbed into the passengers seat. Then they drove off. Maggie couldn't help but feel like she had done something wrong. It was an odd feeling to be in the back of a police car even though she hadn't done anything.

Maybe they thought she had something to do with with that person taking Chris. Or maybe they were taking her to the police station to try and get her memory back. It might be important to them. Important for everything that's happening right now. Something inside tugged at Maggie. Should she try and remember then? If it could help Chris then- The car turned off and she looked outside the window to see they were outside a humongous green house. It had a glass dome at the top with vines crawling up it. A bunch of other police cars parked everywhere around and a numerous amount of police officers stood everywhere.

Maggie and the detectives got out of the car and walked over to a middle aged man. His hair was white and he had a white mustache. He was wearing a brown trench coat with a beige shirt underneath and a black tie and beige pants that were being held up with a brown belt. Detective Yin shook his hand saying, "Hello Commissioner." He looked down at Maggie.

"Is this her?" He asked. Bennett nodded his head.

"Yes sir. We got the permission from her parents. So we're all set."

"Not quite." The Commissioner said. "Follow me Maggie." He ordered, walking towards another police car. All of it's doors were open, including the trunk. Maggie stood by the trunk while the Commissioner rummaged through the contents inside. Finally he found what he was looking for and held it out to Maggie. It was a piece of paper with cursive handwriting across it in black ink.

Maggie Hilton for Chris Mallock. Come to the location written at the bottom of the paper and send her in.

She looked up from the page and to the Commissioner.

"So what you're saying is you want to give me to someone so you can save someone else?" He shook his head.

"Of course not. We want you to go in there and locate your friend. We're going to hook a mic to you so that once you tell us it's safe we can come in and take care of any danger. That way both you and Chris are alright." There wasn't much of a choice. So Maggie agreed. They did as he said, hooked the mic to her and then let her hide it somewhere on her body. Then they sent her inside.

"Can you hear me?" She heard Bennett ask.

"Loud and clear." She whispered back. She opened the front door. Before walking in she looked back. All of the officers stood on one knee, their guns pointed towards the building. Detective Yin gave her a reassuring smile. Maggie smiled back. Then walked inside. Once inside a loud voice echoed through the dome.

"Take off anything used to contact people outside." It said. Maggie could tell it was a female. She dug into her pockets and pulled out her cell phone and put it onto the ground. Take off the mic. Something said in her head. "No! That would be crazy." She yelled back, Take it off. It can only lead to harm. She stood there for a long moment thinking about it. Eventually she slowly reached into her shirt and pulled out a long wire. She put it on the ground next to her cell.

"Good. Continue forward." The woman said and Maggie obeyed. Plants were everywhere. All the walls were covered in flowers and vines. On the side inside the dirt large Venus fly traps chopped at Maggie but she was just a few inches out of reach. She climbed up some stairs until she reached the top of the dome. Lots more plants. Compared to this, downstairs was nothing. Towers made out of green nature reached to the top of the high ceiling, gigantic flowers bloomed everywhere. They were bigger than any flowers Maggie had ever seen. And in the center of it all was a large rose bud. Maggie stopped walking and stood in front of the the beautiful red rose. Suddenly, it began to unwind and inside was a woman. She had pale green skin and forest green eyes. Her hair was a pinkish-red and styled a lot like Princess Leia's from the Star Wars series. She looked like she was wearing big leaves around herself in the style of a dress.

She stepped down from the flower that she had been laying in and walked up to Maggie.

"You must be Maggie." The red head circled around her. "You know who I am, don't you?" Maggie shook her head.

"Should I?" The girl shrugged.

"Guess not." She pulled something out from behind her and stabbed it into Maggie's neck. Everything immediately became blurry and she fell over, unconscious.

Her eyes opened slowly. It was dark. She couldn't see anything and she wasn't able to move. But she could hear voices. One was awfully familiar. It took her a second, but then she realized that it was the woman from earlier. There was another voice, but it was unfamiliar to Maggie. She couldn't make out what they were saying, and when she tried to the strain only made her head hurt. Suddenly she was picked up and was being taken somewhere. She heard the sound of water and squeaking from something that could have possibly been a rat. Clearing her throat she tried to speak. But nothing came out. Someone laughed, then spoke in a thick Cajun accent.

"I see you're awake. I apologize for the uncomfortable transportation. But we'll be there soon." He laughed again. Maggie took in a deep breath, then gagged. The air tasted like some kind of rotten vegetable, along with dust. "Don't breath that much. You have a dirty bag over your face." He laughed once more.

Just like the man had said, it didn't take long to get there. She was thrown off of what she had assumed was the mans back, and she hit a hard surface.

"Here she is. Just like you asked." The man with the Cajun accent said. "Who's he talking to?" There was a hideous cackle after the mans words. Some kind of memory flashed in Maggie's mind.

That, along with the constant ringing made her head hurt. It felt like something was inside her brain, kicking at it and hitting it with all sorts of things, trying to get out. She bit her lip, she wasn't going to show weakness. She couldn't give him that satisfaction. She held in the scream, while the blood from her bite seeped in and blended with the rest of the blood that covered her face.

"This is bad."