Kayla shifted slightly on the cot and tried to stifle a painful moan. Kim had insisted that Kayla lie down on the cot while she sat in the chair by the desk. Despite their fears and the discomfort of their surroundings, exhaustion had caught up with both of them and they had actually fallen asleep.

Across the room, Kim was still asleep, or pretending to be, in her chair. Hopefully, she was actually getting some sleep. They would both need their strength in the coming days.

Shifting her gaze to the ceiling, Kayla silently prayed that Andrew was okay. Cal's cryptic and cruel remark earlier had been a blessing and a curse. Not knowing Andrew's condition was killing Kim, but, guiltily, Kayla also realized that Andrew might be their key to being found. If he was seriously hurt or worse, she and Kim might lose their only hope of rescue.

Although she was not sure of the time, Kayla knew it had to be early morning sometime. She thought of the previous morning and how she had woken up and watched Steve sleep, afraid of what the day might bring for him. In some ways, yesterday morning seemed like weeks ago.

She could not help but realize the irony of her fears the previous day. Kayla had been so afraid of what might happen to Steve during his confrontation with the ISA. Instead, she was the one who was now in trouble. It was another lesson, if she needed one, that there were no guarantees of safety in this life.

When she had left for work the previous morning, she had been afraid for Steve but had never considered that she might be the one torn from her family. It had only been a few hours, but she wondered if she would ever see her husband and daughter again.

Kayla knew, without a doubt, that Steve would do everything in his power to find her. Shane and her brothers would be helping him every step of the way. But Cal had planned this all very carefully, and it was only a matter of time until he decided to leave with Kim. The clock was ticking against her and she could not count on a rescue reaching her and Kim in time. They were going to have to try to rescue themselves first.

An escape attempt would be risky. Kim's plea had kept Cal from killing Kayla the night before, but Kayla had no illusions that it would keep Cal at bay permanently. Cal was a psychopath; he would not hesitate to kill Kayla if she caused too much trouble or jeopardized his psychotic plan to take Kim away with him.

A wave of helplessness and frustration washed over Kayla. She could not take the chance of waiting for a rescue and attempting an escape could get her killed.

How had Steve had survived all of those months in the limbo she now found herself in? She was going crazy after just a few hours. He had somehow survived for months - while also enduring physical torture.

"Kay?" Kim's voice interrupted Kayla's silent dialogue. She turned her head. Kim looked back from the chair.

"Hi," Kayla replied quietly. "Did you get any sleep?"

"A little." Kim's voice was strained. "I kept thinking of Andrew . . . and Jeannie."

"I know. You just have to have faith that Andrew is okay. And you know Shane won't let anything happen to Jeannie."

"I hope you're right," Kim replied. She stood up from the chair and walked over to the cot. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay," Kayla said with a wan smile. That was not entirely true. Her ribs hurt with every movement, no matter how small and the cut on her head was also painful. But there was no point in worrying Kim about it. There could do nothing about Kayla's injuries right now.

"I'm sorry you got caught up in all of this Kay." Kim's voice cracked with emotion as she sat on the edge of the cot. "I should have-"

"Don't." Kayla quickly interrupted Kim. "Don't blame yourself for any of this. You didn't know that Cal was behind all of this and you certainly didn't know that any of this would happen. This isn't your fault."

Kim shook her head. "I knew somebody was after Andrew - and maybe me. I should have known better than to just go shopping like there was nothing going on."

"Well if you should have known, then I should have known too." Kayla was not going to let Kim do this to herself. "I knew about the threats and I didn't even think about it when we decided to go shopping." She smiled at Kim. "No matter how much you and Roman never want to believe it, I'm a big girl and can make my own decisions."

Kim returned Kayla's smile. "Don't pretend you don't see Bo the same way. He's still your baby brother no matter how old he is."

"That's true," Kayla allowed. "But-" She stopped as she heard a key turn in the door.

"Good morning, darling." Cal entered the room carrying a tray. Ignoring Kayla, he smiled broadly at Kim and set the tray on the desk. "I heard your voice and thought you might be hungry." He looked at Kim apologetically, "I know you didn't get dinner last night."

Kayla eased into a sitting position and looked at the tray. She could see a banana and an orange on the tray, along with what looked like a bagel. Her stomach growled with the reminder that she had not eaten since lunch the previous day.

"Thank you," Kim said quietly. "But there is only enough here for one. What about Kayla?"

"What about her?" Cal sounded indifferent. "If you want to share your breakfast with her, that's your business. But as I said last night, I was only expecting one person to be joining me."

Kayla again felt her heart clinch at Cal's veiled threats. He was again making it perfectly clear that Kayla did not fit in with his plans.

"Please, Cal-" Kim began to say.

"It's okay, Kimmie," Kayla interrupted. "I'm really not hungry." She gave Kim a warning look.

Kim sighed and then turned back to Cal. "I guess this will be fine. Thank you." Kayla could tell Kim was working to control her emotions.

Cal smiled broadly. "You're welcome. I know it's not much, but you won't be living like this for too long. Soon we will be far away from here and you'll have anything and everything you want."

"Soon?" Kim's voice cracked slightly.

Cal just smiled. "Enjoy your meal." He turned to walk back out of the room.

"Wait," Kim called. "Do you know anything more about Andrew? Is he okay?"

Cal scowled slightly at the question. "Don't worry about the brat. He's not your concern anymore." He stalked from the room, slamming the door behind him.

Kim stared at the door for a moment and Kayla could tell she was trying to keep herself together. After a moment, Kim turned and picked up the tray and brought it over to the cot. Silently, she began peeling the orange and handed the first piece to Kayla. "Here," she said with a strong note of determination in her voice. "If we are going to figure out how to get out of here, we're both going to need our strength."

Kayla nodded firmly and took the piece of orange. They would play Cal's game for now, but the time would come when they were the ones making the move.