Hi. Anna here. I'm a teenager, and a prisoner to this children's civil rights group on the moon.

You might be wondering what happened after the two girls left me. Well, Cody and number 32 (whose name I found out was Jackquel thanks to a slip-up by Cody) came in and took me to a different, more spacious cell. To be honest, it looked like a guest room with bars on the window more than anything. It had a plain white floor with a colorful rug and a few bean bag chairs, and the walls were like the sky with fluffy white clouds. There was a mattress on the floor in the corner, with a colorful blanket thrown across it. There was also a small table, with a few small chairs around it - too small for me, so I kneeled in front of the table. And on the table… was that…?

Ohmygoshyes.

I squealed and hugged my art bag close to my chest. Then I looked inside… only to find my sketchbooks replaced with new ones.

Not that I was complaining, I mean, I needed new sketchbooks anyway, but what happened with the old ones?

I shrugged and opened one of them up to start drawing. I had so many new ideas…

…

Meanwhile, Fanny and Rachel (along with a select group of other agents) poured over the sketchbooks, trying to get inside the mind of their captive.

Or, at least, that was the PLAN.

"Ew! Are those two boys actually KISSING?"

"…okay, can somebody ELSE please read this diary? A GIRL, preferably? I think I'm gonna be scarred for LIFE…"

"Look at this! She's a WITCH! She's got a spell book and everything…"

"That's part of a STORY, you dolt! See, I have a picture of the character right here, name's Madeline…"

"Would you look at this family tree! It's so freaking COMPLICATED, I mean, how can a ROBOT have a DAUGHTER?"

"Oh my gosh, this alien is SO ADORABLE! Look at his big green eyes!"

"Did she MAKE this? It looks like it took her FOREVER…"

"…this is getting us nowhere."

"I know. I can't make heads or tails of any o' this."

"Well, one thing's for sure."

"She has an unhealthy obsession with cartoons?"

" Well, that too, but I was referring to the fact that she knew nothing about us, or the kids next door. And she likes kids too much to hurt any of us, if her stories are any indication."

"Eye, that's right. Half the darn things are 'bout us children."

"Hey, look at this story."

Everyone turned to look at the picture.

"Playing pretend? What's it about?"

"It's about a boy and a girl, who were best friends when they were little, but who have to fight each other when they grow up. You see, when they were kids, they'd play pretend that the boy was a supervillain and that the girl was a superhero, and when they grew up the boy became an evil scientist and the girl became a super spy, and they have to fight. But the boy and the girl still like each other, even though they try to hide it. Then the boy gets kidnapped by the queen of evil, who wants the boy to become the king of evil, and the girl saves him even though her boss says she's not allowed to. In the end, they get married and have kids, who have adventures of their own."

Everyone stayed silent for a while, absorbing this. Eventually, Rachel spoke up.

"I think we should try talking to her again."