When Michael first woke up all he could see was white. Not white as in freshly fallen snow but white as in hospital white that hurts your eyes.

The next thing he notices is he is sitting on a plastic chair- a hard one that hurts his back he must add -and he has his hands tied behind his back like in a film.

The first thing he thinks  is how cliche this was and if he wasn't almost panicking about the fact he couldn't find the others and that he had obviously been captured again, is that he would be laughing, if he wasn't in such a bad situation.

Which leads to his second thought of REALLY!

After a few minutes of having a mental meltdown, he tries to calm down and think logically about this situation. Emphasis on the word tried.

In reality he started thrashing around and fell on his side into a rather uncomfortable position.

After mentally hitting himself, he takes another look around the room.

All that surrounds him is white walls, white floor, white ceiling and he looked at his chair to see, you guessed it, it was white.

The only difference to the lovely selection of bright colours was the door which was a light grey.

The door had a small window near the bottom, where he guessed a food tray would be pushed through, well he would find out, if he got food that was, he thought bitterly.

Michael tried to think about what happened and how he got here.

Wait! That rustling in the bushes last night (or what he pressures was last night, he couldn't tell how much time had gone by). The soldiers must have snuck up on them and kidnapped them. He hoped the others were ok.

To help add to his theory were his clothes, which he realised slightly embarrassed, were still his night clothes.

He also presumed his hair was an absolute mess, like always.

Oh how he hated the mornings.

His thoughts went back to his friends.

Were they okay? Were they in a better or worse situation? Would he ever get to admit to Maddy that he loved her?

Wait...what. Did he really say that? Was he really in love with Maddy? I mean he knew she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and that he always thought about how he wanted to kiss those lips... yep he had it bad.

He  probably had a stupid grin on his face.

All thoughts rushed out of his mind and his stupid grin was whipped of his face as he heard the sound of his doom.

The shuddering of the door as the lock was unlocked and the cream of the door as it was slowly opened.

Yep, Michael's last thought was, he was doomed.

AN: Hi guys hope you like the new part, sorry I took so long to update and that it's so short. It's only a bit of a filler really. Next time Michael finds out where he is and what he's doing there. But yeah... I've been busy between over stuff lately so I will try to update as soon as I can but I can't say how soon that will be. Most not likely before my Grade 1  Flute Exam in the next two weeks, but I will try.
I also want to say thanks for all the support from my friends and I would really appreciate comments on how good my story is.
Is it good or horrible?
Anyway... bye!
Robyn out.