Author's Note: We're checking in on Yao and Ju again. I just had to come back to them. I did struggle a bit yesterday, but I managed to make it work. What exactly did Ju choose for Jing? I am still working that out. I get the feeling we're going to this back and forth repeat itself throughout this season. (Ju doesn't have much to think about while being trapped in an endless maze of a house.) Is it going to be resolved once and for all? You are going to have to stick around and see. Next week, we're going to check in on America and Steve on their trip out of the maze. For now, enjoy this week's match.

Match Eleven: Rest, Headaches, and the Queen of Pain:

-Ju-

Yao insisted that we take a rest. I tried to argue against it, but he wouldn't hear it.

"How long have we been walking?" he asked. I didn't answer. It wasn't like he was going to listen to me anyway. So here we are, sitting on the floor in the middle of another hallway. I don't know which one we're in. They all look the same. I'm getting sick of it. I just want to go home. We shouldn't be sitting here sucking up good air. I sat back with my arms folded across my chest.

"So why are we here?" I asked. Yao glanced up at me.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"This hall. This house. This stupid party!" I said. He looked ready to say something but I gave him the stink eye. Yao quickly closed his mouth. Thank you, honey. He's learned not to test me when I am pissed off like this.

"We can't even call to check on Jing," I complained. Except for me talking, there was no sound in the hallway. Oh, there are still the monitors. Can't forget those. Now we can see how fucked we are. No one has been able to find an exit. I'm starting to think that we're never going to get out of here.

I turned back from the monitor to look at my husband. Yao still looked like he wanted to say something. I huffed and blew my bangs up.

"What?" I asked. Yao didn't speak as he cocked his head to the side. I threw my hands up.

"Spit it out already!" I shouted. "I so want to hear what you have to say right now! So go on. Speak up! Get it all out!"

"I wasn't going to say anything," he said.

"Liar," I hissed.

"I wasn't!" Yao insisted. I didn't say anything as I glared at him. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I'm snippy like this. This isn't me. This isn't me at all.

"Is there anything I can do?" Yao asked.

"No," I said. I sighed and shook my head. My husband rose to his feet.

"Ready to go?" he asked. I looked up, blinking. He held out his hand.

"Oh…" I said. I took his hand and he pulled me to my feet. I followed him down the hall without a word.

Here we go again. How long is this walk going to take? I don't even bother to keep track anymore. We're just going around in what feels like circles at this point. What makes it worse is that my mind keeps going back to dark places.

I frowned.

My mind went back to that deal. I clenched my fists by my sides. My son is not a pawn! Why did they have to bring him into this? He's just a baby! Thinking about it again makes me want to scream. Even so, I am not going to take back what I chose. What else was I supposed to do? They didn't give me a choice. They would've forced me to choose anyway. I would still lose no matter the outcome. Nobody understands that. Not even my own husband.

I shut my eyes as I tried to push the thoughts out of my head. I needed to think about something else. I started to dig around in my brain again. Come on! Think of something!

I looked at Yao's back. How could he stay calm through all of this? Why wasn't he angry about the situation? Jing is his son too. He should be just as pissed off as I am. Yet, he's acting like the only problem we have is getting out of this maze of a house.

I started to get angry again.

"Aren't you angry?" I asked. Yao didn't turn his head. He didn't even respond. His silence made me angrier.

"Answer me!" I shouted. I puffed up my cheeks. It took my all not to scream at him.

Suddenly, Yao stopped in his tracks.

I puffed up my cheeks as I braced myself for whatever excuse would fall out of his mouth. Anything he was going to say was bound to piss me off.

"Yes," he said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

Yao sighed. "I am angry."

"Are you now?"

"Yes."

I huffed. "You don't act like it."

"Because I want to get out of here."

"I do too but…"

"But nothing!"

I froze. Did he just yell at me? I pressed my lips together. I… I… Yao looked over his shoulder.

"I get it," he said. "You are worried about Jing. But we can't do anything about it while we're stuck in here." I can tell that he's expecting to tell me this again. I huffed again.

"Well, yeah." I had something else I wanted to say, but it died on my tongue.

"We will talk about this later," Yao said. "Let's just try and get out of here, okay?" I just threw up my hands.

"Thank you," he said. We kept walking in silence. I cursed myself under my breath. Why do I keep doing this to myself?

In truth, I don't know what else to do. At least I know Yao is just as angry as me. We're in the same boat. That isn't saying much, however. I keep getting stuck in the same place. Yao is trying to help me out. I know that he is. But he's only one man. My head has been so busy.

"Hey Yao," I said.

"Hm?" he asked. I lifted my chin.

"Can you keep talking to me?" I asked. "It will help me not think about… that deal." I took a breath after saying that.

"Sure," he said.

"Thank you," I said. And so continued the long walk down hall number whatever that is.

"Oh, there's another door," Yao said.

"Huh?" I asked. I looked up at where he was pointing. Just down the hall was a gold door. Hm. I wasn't expecting that one. I should be used to this by now. We've been in this weird house for quite some time now. Yao led me open to the door. He reached out and turned the knob.

"Ah! It's unlocked," my husband said. I watched him open the door. Another flight of stairs. I think this is the third set that I've seen. Maybe it was the fourth. (I stopped counting along with everything else in this house.)

"Shall we go up?" Yao asked. I shrugged.

"Like we have a choice," I said. He held out his hand to the stairs.

"After you," he said. I made a face at him. Of course he's going to make the woman go first. How kind of him.

"You are oh so kind!" I said. I walked forward and started my way up the stairs. Yao followed behind. The stairway became dark as the door slammed shut. So they plan to have us go on in the dark, huh? Fine. We will get out of here. And when we do, we are going to go home to our baby. I'm going to pick him up and never let him go.

Well, that was an entertaining reprise. Let's see what's going on over here.