Sorry the last chapter was so short. I was just starting and didn't know where I was going with the story. Anywayyyyy, REVIEW!!!! Here is the next chapter, I hope you like it.

The Healers name is Grows Towards The Light, but she said I can call her Light. I still don't trust her, but I am more comfortable being around her. At least she hasn't tried to kill me. Yet.

"Where is Melanie?" I ask before I can stop myself. That was stupid of me, they don't know Melanie, or that she survived. I might have just ruined everything

"Who is Melanie? When I rescued you from that human I didn't see anyone else around." Light looks at me curiously and tilts her head to the side. But it seems staged, then as if some timer has gone off in her head, Light's smile is wiped off her face and she looks crazed as she continues. "I haven't seen you in a while, has anyone, Wanderer? Has anyone seen your Seeker either? Because everyone I have talked to hasn't. They haven't seen or heard from you for almost two years now. That seems very odd to me. You know, most souls are very sociable. But, no. You are different. You have turned your back on your fellow souls! How could you be so selfish? To help the humans stay alive and share all of our secrets with them! How could you?" Light had left me some food, but as she left the room, she kicked it and the warm soup was flung and smeared against the walls of my cell. Funny how I already think of myself in a prison.

My cell is not large, maybe three feet by three feet. There is no bed, no windows and the only thing I can smell is the awful stench of mold. Time loses all of its meaning, as it did when I first lived in the caves. The only measure of time that I have is when my meals are dropped off. I flit in and out of sleep for a couple of days before Light pays another visit. It is extremely similar to the first conversation we had, except that she asks me questions about the 'rebels', it takes me a second to realize that she is talking about the humans. My new family. I don't give her any information, not how many there are or where they live or if they trust me. I will not let her take advantage of me. Ever.

Again, she gets upset and I don't get fed for some time, but then the food starts to circulate thought the door again and I feel better. Better enough to wonder why Light is being so awful. I can only remember humans having the capacity to hate that much; with so much fire that it is a wonder they don't burn from the inside out. I don't know what is bringing this kind of hate out in a soul. I am beginning to think that maybe Light has a dirty little secret of her own.

Maybe she has a Melanie, too. Like my Seeker had Lacey. Maybe I will be able to help bring peace to the inner war that is going on inside her head, but I doubt she will let me help. But I don't think she wants to make peace with her Melanie. I bet Light just wants her to go away.

Days past and nothing happened, no one talked to me; I didn't have any way to pass the time, so I just thought of Ian and how much I miss him. I haven't seen him in so long. Almost three weeks, and he is probably worried out of his mind. Nothing eventful happens, then one day, I wake up and there is something laying on the ground next to me. I noticed that the hand writing is Melanie's. I am so shocked that I don't even register that the ink has been smeared and the paper crinkled and recrinkled. All I know is that Melanie is alive and has found me. There is a match next to the letter and I light the candle and begin to read.

Wanda,

It's Mel, I don't know where I am, don't worry, I can take care of myself. You NEED to get out of here. When you walk out the door, go to the left and there will be a stairwell. Take the stairs to the top and there will be more directions. Stay safe, give love to Jared and Jamie for me – Mel

I read and reread the letter until the message sinks in. I get my candle, blow it out and grab the box of matches. Before I can talk myself out of staying, I go out the door and to the left. Just like the note said, there is a stairwell. I take the stairs to the top and, sure enough, there is a ball of old paper that looks naturally thrown to the side. But I know Mel left it for me. I am so nervous that I will get caught and punished for leaving that I just stand there on the roof for 15 minutes till I remember that Mel said that I had to get out of here. Without any hesitation, I lunge for the note and am running down the fire exit to the street below. I disappear into the darkness and am greeted by a familiar hand on my shoulder.