A/N: I couldn't remember how to describe Melanie and Wanderer/Wanda, so hopefully you guys remember what they look like.

I stare at him for a minute before I step forward. Angel grabs my arm and I turn to look at her. She looks even more terrified than before, and she looks like she isn't going to move. I meet her eyes and subtly nod and she shakily rises to her feet. I turn back to Jared and slowly walk out. He waits for us both to come out, and then he drops the curtain and walks ahead of us. Low whimpers are coming from Angel and I know nothing I can say will make her feel better. Not now anyways. We follow Jared, and I'm practically dragging Angel, as she is slowing down. At some point she stops, and I have to really yank on her arm to get her to keep moving. She is now sweating, and shaking more violently, and I'm sorely tempted to ask Jared if they can just decide without us having to be there, but it would be worse if they decide our fate while we're stuck in a hole wondering.

But I'm wondering if that would be better for Angel. She is absolutely terrified, and obviously only willing to go because I'm with her. And then she freezes up again, and refuses to move when we're about to pass into a large room that's somehow lit. I tug on her arm but she will not budge. I stare at her and she shakes her head. This is really not going to make anything better.

"Angel, it's better to find out now, rather than waiting." I tell her.

"I can't stand in a room with humans that might want me dead. I can't do it." She whimpers.

"Yes you can." I say to her sternly. "You can, and you have to."

She finally begins walking again. Jared starts moving, not looking back at us so I can't see his reaction to Angel's near meltdown. But I don't think it matters. I don't want her to be alone at all right now, in case she decides to do something extremely stupid.

We pass through the open cavern, and I stare at my feet as we walk, not wanting to see the expressions of the people in the room; I can feel their eyes burning holes in my skin as we walk through. I don't want to look up to see hate and disgust on their faces. I'd rather just not know. Once we enter a dark tunnel again, I lift my head. I notice the pathway that slants upward; the way out. I don't want Angel to make an escape attempt and I grab her wrist. I look at her face and I notice her eyes are fixed on that path but I drag her along with me. We walk past it, then turn toward a darker tunnel and go down that way. I put Angel in front of me; she is less likely to make an escape attempt with me standing right behind her. She casts an angry glance at me but I just shrug and she turns away. I don't think she'd want to escape, only to end up dead because of the heat.

Jared suddenly stops at this lit up doorway, but it's fairly dim. He walks inside, leading us into a low ceilinged, but wide room. There aren't a whole lot of people, which lets me relax. But that doesn't mean we're going to survive this. I notice Ryan is arguing with an older looking man who has a snow white beard. Interesting, I have never seen a beard like that on a human before. It looks as if they're arguing, but it's hard to tell because of how quietly they are talking. I notice a girl that's my height standing next to someone who looks exactly like Kyle, only there's something about him that makes him different. I can't put a finger on it. But what I notice in the smaller person standing next to him is her eyes are different.

There's the pulsing silver in her eyes.

I very nearly gasp. Is this the soul Wanderer? I would have thought she would be in a taller host…didn't she live in a resistant host? Or was I misguided by what my host knew? I have no idea, but her eyes suddenly fix on me. I stare back before I let my eyes drift off to the side. I don't know if the whole manners thing applies here, but I know that it's rude to stare so much.

I notice there's a taller human standing next to her, staring at Jared, completely ignoring Angel and I. I decide to stare at my feet, not sure where else to look. I can hear them all talking, but I can't really make out the words, they are still talking way too quietly. I look up a little and notice Angel is very slowly trying to back out of the room. I roll my eyes, jog over to her, grab her arm, and drag her back. She gives me a long hard glare.

"I don't want to be here. Why did they have to drag me into this?" She whispers to me.

"They didn't know if I'd cooperate. That's why." I snap at her in a whisper. "Don't you dare say that they're going to kill us out of sheer hatred. They are better than that."

She rolls her eyes. "Sure they are."

I very nearly slap her. "Stop that."

"This isn't a very good situation for us." She jerks away from me, about to leave the room. But the guy next to Wanderer, I believe it's her, gives Angel a glare, and she flinches and moves to my side, where I get a hard grip on her wrist again. I'm going to make absolutely sure that she doesn't try to do that again. She gives me a look but I shake my head at her.

She huffs in frustration and stares down at her feet. I don't say anything to her, but I release her wrist, knowing that I can't keep showing how little I trust her to actually stay here. I cross my arms over my chest and stare off to the side, too uncomfortable to actually look at the humans. I just want this to be over, and I don't care for them to put it off. But who knows what they are going to do? Humans are unpredictable, and even more so when you realize that one of your own species is living among them, as if they were human.

I keep staring off to the side, at a wall, tuning out most of what the humans are saying, and listening to the sounds of gurgling water, coming from somewhere relatively nearby. I could hear a sniffle come from Angel and I turn my head to look at her. Her eyes are dilated, and she's staring directly at the humans, her face totally white, her face gleaming with sweat, and she's shaking badly. I touch her shoulder, and she flinches and looks at me, fear gleaming in her eyes. It's easy to tell that she is afraid of the humans, and scared of dying. I don't know how to change that for her. I'm an anomaly, sympathetic of humans, rather than standing and having a typical reaction, like Angel is.

I turn my head and see the small one, the one I suspect to be Wanderer staring at me. Her eyes glistened silver, which confirms it for me. I stare back, more comfortable, knowing that she's the same as me. But that doesn't mean that I won't still die. Her eyes drifted away from me and I look at Angel. She's staring at Wanderer.

"Do you think maybe she'll get them to spare us?" She whispers low enough so only I hear her.

I shrug. "It's possible, but I have no idea."

Angel's face is suddenly hard to read and I turn away. I have nothing to say to her, and I'm feeling terribly uncomfortable again. I look at Wanderer to find her staring at me again. I suddenly feel impolite and I look away, staring at the far wall. I have nothing else to do. But then I turn my eyes back and suddenly she's standing right in front of me. I blink.

"What's your name?" She asks me in a soft voice.

"Moonbeam." My voice is no higher than a whisper as I am well aware of the human eyes focused on me and Wanderer.

"Can you tell me if there's another…person inside you. Like a voice you can talk to?" She asks me, still gentle.

I frown. "No, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Like, is the host resistant."

"No."

She blinks and nods once and then looks at Angel. "What's your name?"

"Angel." She says in a fearful voice.

"Resistant host?" She asks.

Angel shakes her head.

Wanderer blinks and sighs. "Okay, I see."

She steps back towards the humans, and I feel an impulse to run. But I already know I wouldn't be able to find my way out, even if I tried. I manage to resist the urge, while I just look at the humans. After a few minutes, Wanderer turns to look at me and then approaches us. I relax although I shouldn't; she may be my species but she is a big part of them.

"We can let you stay here. But only if you swear not to try to escape. They will kill you if you do." She says to me.

I just nod. I want to live. "I won't." Not like I can find my way out anyways.

She looks at Angel, and I feel a pang of fear. What if she doesn't want to? Her stubbornness could cost her her life. I just watch her swallow hard before she answers.

"I won't try to escape." It comes out as barely audible.

"Good." Wanderer says, and then sighs and turns. "Jeb, where do you want them?"

The man with the white beard looks up. "Where they were before." Then back to talking to Ryan.

Jared suddenly steps forward. "I can take them." A girl much taller than me is standing with him. I hadn't noticed her before.

"Okay." Wanderer backs away, watching me.

I turn my eyes away and follow Jared and the girl out of the room. I look over my shoulder to confirm Angel is following. But she is trailing behind, and is starting to slow down. I grab her arm and drag her forward, to keep her caught up. She looks afraid, as if we're still facing life or death. I can't say any comforting words; I am still feeling like that a little. I can feel her shaking, but I keep a grip and keep walking forward, keeping my eyes fixed straight ahead on Jared, refusing to look anywhere else.

After we're in our room, Angel curls up on a mat, shivering violently. I sit down on the other mat, resting my head in my hands, not sure what to do now. There isn't much of anything to do really now, except sleep.

"Do you really think we're safe now?" Angel suddenly asks me.

"I don't know." I sigh. "I hope so."

"That girl-she's one of us."

"Yes, but she seems to belong with them. She seems at ease with the humans."

"How is that even possible?" Angel sounds shocked.

"I don't know. But it is. Maybe we'll feel that way someday…"

"I doubt it." Now she sounds disgusted. "I can't feel anything for them except to think they're monsters."

"I fear them; but feel sympathy. I think my feelings will get better." I huff. "And you should give them a chance. They aren't the cold-blooded killers you imagine all the time."

"If we try to escape they'll kill us."

"I don't want to try to escape! We have no idea how to get out and we'd have nowhere to go. Why don't you get that?"

"We're stuck in a hive of humans!" She looks at me, seething. "They could kill us if they really felt like it."

"You need to give them the benefit of the doubt!" I snap at her. "You are so close-minded."

"They kill our kind!"

"That's obviously not true."

"She's just an exception."

I snort. "You really don't want to think any other way. It's not that you can't-you won't."

She seems to be getting angrier. "They haven't given me a reason to!"

"They are sparing our lives! You should be grateful for that."

"They're keeping us prisoner."

"No! We voluntarily decided to keep ourselves here."

"We didn't have another choice. The other choice is get left into a desert to die."

"You don't get it do you."

"I don't understand."

I roll my eyes; it's too dark for her to catch it. "You're too hard-headed for me to get through to you."

She huffs. "Whatever. I'm going to bed."

She lapses into silence and I lie down, and face my back to her. I let my eyes drift close.