First off I'd like to thank everyone for the reviews and follows. Second I'd like to apologize for this update taking so long. With classes starting and having to apply for grad schools and such, time really has gotten away from me. This chapter is more filler than anything and was written up within a few hours tonight so sorry for any mistake I didn't catch. I hope you enjoy and constructive criticism is welcome as always!

The dimly lit corridor was a welcoming sight for Sana. Its musky aroma triggering memories of past not soon forgotten.

The pitter-patter of tiny feet on the concrete played through her mind. The men following her seemed oblivious to a little dirty-blonde haired girl that weaved her way through their feet, a small box clamped in her hands. She took a sharp turn into one of the rooms ahead.

As Sana approached the room she stopped, looking into it. A small candle sat flickering on a desk that was littered with odds and ends: wire, tools, old solar panels. The little girl was crying, holding the box at arms-length, kneeling beside an old man with kind green eyes.

'Another one! I found another one!' she sobbed. 'We have to hurry and bury it!'

The old man placed a hand on her head, the other he used to wipe away her tears. 'Yes, my Butterfly. Now dry your tears; we'll take care of him in the morning.'

The little girls tears came anew. 'But I don't wanna look at it anymore! I don't like it! I hate it!'

'But it's dark out, you don't want him to think we're ashamed of him, do you? What's the one thing we must always do with our beloved departed?'

The little girl looked at the box in her hand. 'We must always respect them… I s'pose I can't see him in the box,' she mumbled, still upset.

'Stay strong, my Butterfly. He'll be at peace tomorrow.'

"Sana?" Her head quickly turned toward the source of the noise, falling on a confused looking Snippy. "You okay? You look a little lost."

She turned her head back to the doorway, peering into the darkness, no trace of the dancing flame on the desk, no voices, just an unending emptiness.

"Sana?" Again Snippy tried to catch her attention. "Is there something in there?" She noticed him starting to raise his gun.

"No!" She blurted, not wanting him to possibly destroy any of the rooms contents.

Snippy looked at her, his eye's more confused if that were possible. And there was something else. She recognized the look, but didn't dwell on it much longer. She had to quickly think of a way to cover her outburst so her new friends would not think her mad. "I thought I left the oven on is all!" 'Smooth' she thought to herself sarcastically, an awkward smile masking her aggravation for not thinking of something better.

"Oh… Okay." Snippy let his rifle drop back to his side, still keeping his perplexed look.

Engie, who had been busy inspecting the lighting fixtures perked up at this time, "You have a working stove too?"

"Ah, well no." Sana laughed nervously, "But I can understand why you would think that. I just, ah…" Another nervous chuckle escaped Sana before Captain came to her rescue unknowingly.

"It is ok dearest! While I have never left on my stove, imaginary or not, I am sure it happens to others!" He patted her head. "Now, where is mein office?"

Glad to be moving on, Sana again smiled genuinely. "Right this way!" She turned away quickly heading further down the corridor, followed by Captain, Pilot, Engie, and a still very confused Snippy.

It wasn't long before Sana came to a 'T' in the hallway with a large metal door labeled 'Mess Hall' in large blocky white letters in front of them. "This is the kitchen in case you get hungry." She took the left hallway, continuing to point out the different doors. "This is a linen room. That's the storage closet." She opened the door to a walk-in closet, stepping inside the darkness, and grabbing a few things. When she came out she had four small matchboxes in her hand. Still holding them, she continued the tour, her guests trying to keep up with each of the rooms. "This is the showers. Ah, Captain," She stopped in front of a large wooden door labeled with the number '16' in the same blocky white print as the kitchen. "This will be your quarters."

She opened the door to a quaint office, allowing a small amount of light to pour in from the hallway. A small desk sat in the middle of the room on the grey floor, a single candle sitting on the desk. The walls were barren with the exception of brown stains tainting the once white paint and a single portrait of a Queen Alexandra's Birdwing butterfly.

"The door on the other wall leads to the bedroom." Sana pointed to another door hidden in the shadows. "We'll bring you sheets later, but here are some matches for the candle at least." She handed Captain one of the boxes. Snippy opened his mouth as if to object, but then settled for grimacing quietly to himself at the thought of Captain with matches. Sana continued, "We'll be right down the hallway if you need anything." Pilot nodded enthusiastically beside her, as if to reinforce her words.

"Wonderful! I will see you again soon with my amenities!" Patting Sana's head one last time, he walked into his room shutting the door behind him. How he could see without the light of the hallway and no lit match, no one quite knew.

Pilot sank a little, frowning at Sana who had received all of Captain's attention. Noticing this, Sana was quick to react. "Pilot! Do you mind running to the linen closet and bringing Captain the sheets for his bed?"

Pilot visibly perked up, "Oh yes! I'll pick out the softest, cuddliest sheets in there just for Captain!" He turned on his heel, skipping away to the linen closet they had passed earlier, continuing to talk to himself about finding one with rainbows or ponies decorating it.

Sana turned back to Engie, "Your room will be here, across from Captain's." She opened a door with a large '17' painted on it, handing a second pack of matches to him.

This room was simple. An old cot was placed in one corner with a small wooden table beside it. In the opposite corner there was a small wooden desk with a candle perched on top. Engie walked inside, pulling out a single match which he used to light the candle. The flickering light bathed the grubby walls which stood bare, with the exception of a simple yet odd drawing. Someone had painted a butterfly and bee directly on the wall. The butterfly was a pasty yellow, some of the wall's stains showing through. Not far above it, a bee in a completely different style was painted, a more scratchy, noisy picture. The bee's stinger was clearly visible, aiming at the butterfly, as if it were attacking.

"Lovely choice of art." Engie muttered under his breath sarcastically.

"Well you could sleep in the hallway if you prefer." Sana's tone was dangerous and Engie took note. She didn't appreciate her hospitality being complained about.

"No, no, it's fine." He stepped back out into the hallway, his brow furrowed. "I'm just going to go grab some of those sheets.

Sana caught his arm as he started walking away briskly. "The reason I chose this room for you, the next door over is a small work area with wire, tools, you name it." Her hazel eyes were almost black in the lighting of the hallway making her glare look all the more menacing. "If you don't like the room grow a pair of balls and tell me so I can give you another one in a corner where I don't have to put up with your shit." Then she let him go, her eyes still glowering. His arm dropped to his side. Snippy watched quietly, scared any sound or movement would provoke her anger at him again.

"Oh," quietly escaped Engie's lips. His face was burning red. "Thank you. This room will work perfectly." He lowered his head walking away again, somberly, passing Pilot who had just come back with a handful of sheets.

"There weren't any sheets with rainbows, or ponies, or even kittens, so I chose these. They're soft and cuddly and a pretty shade of pink just for Captain since I can't be there with him to keep him warm." Pilot's boyish face took on a debonair, full-faced smile, his green eye's smiling as well as he knocked softly, but excitedly on Captain's door. He looked like a child waiting for Santa to come down the chimney. He did not have to wait long before Captain opened the door donning a satin robe and pajama pants. His mask and hat remained covering his face and head; his ever steaming mug gently being cradled in his hands. To everyone's surprise, the candle was still not lit.

"Ja? I am very busy planning your missions for tomorrow, what do you need?" His voice was business-like despite his dress.

"I brought you coverings for your bed, Captain!" He lifted the sheets in offering.

"Ah! Fantastic! You win the minion of the day! Mr. Snippy, please see to it he has his picture taken and hung in the minion of the day gallery." Captain patted Pilots head before taking the sheets and again closing his door with a goodnight.

Sana continued to lead the now ecstatic Pilot and the not-so-ecstatic Snippy down the hallway, following it to the right. "This is another linen closet, and Pilot, you're room will be right across from it, here."

Pilot opened the door to his new room with the white blocky 61 on the front while Sana retrieved a few sheets for him. The room was laid out like Engie's with a small bed and side table with a candle on it. A bare desk was in the corner. "Oo-oh, it's so pretty!" Pilots attention was drawn to the only color in the room. A bright mural covered the wall of a kaiser-i-hind in flight above treetops. Portions of each wing were missing, leaving them tattered, but the painting was clear; there was no struggling. Across the top of the mural a string of words in a black cursive read 'Though his wings are ragged and frayed, in the air he still gracefully plays.'

"I'm glad you like it." A soft smile played on Sana's lips as she placed Pilot's sheets on his bed. Lighting the candle and placing the rest of the matches on the side table, she turned to pilot who was still staring at the wall.

He was looking, but his eyes seemed fogged over with memories. "I remember seeing one. It looked different, but it's wings were broken like this."

"They're fragile, but strong. Did you know some butterflies can fly with up to seventy-five percent of their wings missing?" Sana came to stand beside him to look at the wall. Snippy remained in the hallway, peeking in occasionally with a red face. "Sleep well, Pilot." Sana turned to leave, only to be caught by Pilot's arms embracing her from behind. She froze, caught off guard by this sudden reaction. She could feel Pilot's breath playing with hair that had come loose from her ponytail, as he had placed his forehead against the top of her head. Snippy's face came around the corner once more, only to see the precarious situation they were in. Eyes' widening, he quickly withdrew his head again.

"Thank you for being my friend." Pilot's voice was demure, hesitant, so unlike his typical cheerful self. Sana's face grew hot, still unsure of what was going on. They sat like this for a moment more before Sana turned toward him, standing on tip-toe to return his hug.

"I will always be your friend." His hold tightened a bit more in response before she broke away. "Goodnight." She walked out, getting a short glimpse of tired eyes before closing the door behind her.

Sana and Snippy continued to walk silently down the hallway until they reached another right turn, coming to more doors. Sana stopped in front of the one labeled 70. "Well… this will be you." She handed him the matches and a pair of sheets.

"Thanks." He turned opening the door to his dark room, closing it behind him quickly. "Shit…" He fumbled with the matches, finally getting one lit and making his way to the candle on the side table. He looked around his new room that was bathed in the flickering light, curious to see what butterfly memorabilia he was left with to admire, but he found nothing but blank walls. He couldn't help but feel disappointed. The door squeaked open behind him.

"Birdy?" Sana's meek voice broke the silence. Snippy simply grunted in response. "Why are you upset?" He looked at her, his face tired and the same look from earlier, but this time she realized what it was: the look of a troubled person. She felt it herself right now due to Pilot's earlier actions.

"I'm just tired." He set to putting the sheets on the bed.

"I don't believe you." Sana's voice was firm again.

"It's been a long day. Between the trek here, dealing with Captain, and that… that thing out there, I'm just ready for the day to end."

"Why won't you just tell me." Sana's voice began to grow an edge, warning him.

"I just did."

"Just tell me the truth, damnit! What's your problem?" She was now yelling, her eyes brimming with tears.

Snippy caught off guard and already upset by the events of the day spun around to face her, anger in his own icy blue eyes. "What's my problem? I don't have one! What's your problem?!"

She stared at him, mouth agape. Suddenly, bursting into tears, she threw his door open and ran across the hallway to another room. " Fuck you!" she yelled before slamming the door behind her, closing herself in the room.

He glared after her, walking across the room to slam his own door. He paced back and forth, spouting profanities under his breath, before sitting rather roughly on the bed, cradling his head in his hands. What does she see in Pilot that I don't have? Why give everyone else a special room and all I get is this? Why is she always so short with me? Pilot and Captain could get away with murder it seems like.

A sigh escaped his lips as he fell back into his unfinished bed. And why do I care so much?

"I guess I better go make sure she's okay." He stood up again, walking to the door.

"And when all the wars are over, a butterfly will still be beautiful." -Ruskin Bond in Scenes from a Writer's Life

Some random facts about the chapter that you probably figured out yourself:

The Queen Alexandra's Birdwing is beautiful, graceful, and quite prominent as a large butterfly, but because of it's food it can be toxic to certain things.

The butterfly being attacked by the bee (which doesn't happen often) is supposed to represent the mechanized hive-mind of Annet attacking Engie.

The Kaiser-i-hind is a rare swallowtail that can have an absolutely gorgeous iridescent green wing coloring (look it up!). They are strong and fast fliers and tend to protect their territory aggressively.