Jay had more than enough time to reflect in a small room with only one bed before Mack and Jordan had come for her. Well, when she wasn't cradling her head with the agonizing pain in it. Jay didn't worry about what would happen to her. She was the only one Dr. Whitman had went easy on. She did worry about the others of course. Well, Noah, Murphy, Sara, and Zach anyways. She didn't care too much for Jordan or Mack. It was obvious that they could take care of themselves. There was something... wrong about them. A certain feeling to them. That sort of feeling that sent shivers down your spine. So when the door clinks open that day, or night, she honestly didn't care anymore, Jay doesn't flinch. Because she knew who'd be there. The guards. Or Jordan and Mack. Neither people did she
