Megan woke up in the bunker and immediately regreted her decision of staying back. But she was relieved and happy that she hadn't any burden of guilt on her mind. The poison that she thought she had administered was instead acting as a medicine to her uncle. It wasn't her fault that her uncle was fighting life and death in a hospital bed and that made her feel better. She was in a low point of her life and acted in fear while she could have taken legal steps. "It's a brand new day...but I have still a long way from home...", she thought. "Megan! Say something!", Hex said demanding some answers. Megan returned to her senses and looked at Hex with guilt -ridden eyes. "Yes…it's true…it's true that I wanted to kill my uncle…", she replied softly. "What? But why?", asked Hex, he was shocke

