Nila waits hours for Adrian to return and so, in the meantime she figures she can take this as an opportunity to escape.

"A key, I just need a key" she murmurs, discarding all types of stationary across the floor and pieces of sketched artwork, muddled up over Adrian's desk. He seems to be pretty old school, Mars doesn't use paper anymore. They don't have the trees to do it. Would Earth have had paper? Oh yeah, that's right. The extinction of the human race on Earth was just an elaborate scheme, Eden was never burnt to a crisp. Of course they would have had trees.

The more Nila thinks about the ludicrous and cruel plan Miss Chaucer set in place, the more angry she gets about it. What's surprises her most, when she looks up onto the desk at a shiny, aluminium paint brush holder is her reflection doesn't seem to have literal steam coming out of her ears.

"Ah-hah!" Nila says in triumph, her anger subsiding into hope.

Nila's already tried to pry the vent from off the ventilation system high above the bookshelf by stacking heaps of books on top of each other in order to climb on top of the bookshelf, unfortunately, the world doesn't seem to want to work in her favour today. The vent as she figured, is bolted to the wall. With the stuff around her, she can't do much about that. Sadly, she's no Macgyver.

Nila scurries over to the door with a silver, quite peculiar looking key in her hand. The surface is as sleek and as smooth as a pebble and curved along the edges. Instead of having multiple jagged points at the end of it, they key merely has gold and black stripes on the end. Like that in an SD card or a USB. Nila squints her eyes at the tiny minuscule letters in black print below a tiny silver slit in the door. "Emergency lock," it reads and Nila can start to feel a glimmer of hope building up in her chest.

But that hope disappears just as quickly as it had arrived. She slips the key into the little slit however, nothing happens. Other than a big red, flashing light appearing on the pad Adrian would normally lay his hand on to open the door as usual. "ACCESS DENIED. WRONG KEY INJECTED." Say big, bold red letters on the screen.

A frown makes it's way onto Nila's face as she slowly turns around to face the back of the room. She glances down at the key, then towards the bathroom door before furiously pegging the tiny silver key at the floor.

CLANG! The key bounces off of the hard, wooden floorboards and smashes back onto the floor. The black and gold stripes now broken off of it.

Nila yells out and starts pummelling her fists against the Andursite door. "You can't keep me here!" she shouts to no one in particular.

Suddenly Nila gasps as the door starts to inch itself open and her eyes meet with someone else's stormy, washed out blue ones. On the other side of the door is an elderly woman, supposedly in her early fifties. She has under eye wrinkles deeply etched into her skin and three worry lines across her forehead. And her expression seems as shocked as Nila's.

"Uh, please back away from the door Miss, I've got some food for you," the old lady murmurs, keeping her head down, all of a sudden acting quite meek and shy.

Nila does as she's told and takes a few steps back to allow the lady to come inside, but an idea pops into her head.

"Please, you've got to help me. I was kidnapped and I think Adrian wants to make me immortal. I'll be stuck here forever!" Nila pleads, desperation in her voice.

Not only would she be forced to spend eternity with him, but her friends would be in danger, most likely be found by Earleen and die, whilst Nila doesn't, because that won't be possible for her and all of her friends, everyone in Sanctuary will be gone.

But the lady just shies away and pushes past Nila's small frame easily. "Miss, I thought you was a regular girl, not one of the three. Eden got your face and those other kid's plastered all over Eden. I can't talk to you," the lady shakes her head ferociously with fear in her eyes and sets the tray down on the bed before hurrying into the bathroom with cleaning products in her hands, her long grey hair which has streaks of white in it, flows behind her.

"I'll die," she threatens. "I'd rather die than spend my whole life in here with Earleen's son whilst my friends are being exterminated like insects!" Nila scream at the lady from Adrian's bedroom but whoever she is, she doesn't reply.

"Please help me," Nila whines as the lady quickly passes by her, not even throwing the poor girl a glance.

Nila is unable to sit still on the bed and she bites her nails in worry. Probably her only chance is about to walk back outside and probably never be seen again. In distress, Nila makes a sound in her throat that's sort of inbetween a whimper and a growl as she flings the pure silver tray the maid set down on the bed, full of colourful fruits, muffins and slices of vanilla, strawberry and chocolate cakes at the wall across from her. The tray hitting the floor loudly, a big mess starts to spread and soak into the expensive floorboards.

With a sigh, the old maid looks over her shoulder sympathetically and turns on her heels towards the tray with a cloth and a brush to sweep up the food on to the tray.

After a few minutes, when the old lady finally gets off the now, spotless, as good as new floor, she gives Nila a look of pity. The girl has her head in her hands, darkness looming over her as she contemplates her life stuck in this room. Forever.

The maid clears her throat, "Darlin', come over 'ere." The old lady is wearing a light grey t-shirt, accompanied by a matching skirt that travels down to at least six inches above her knees and a black apron over the top. Which has the Eden seal embroidered on the far, top right corner. Slowly, the lady shoves a hand down one of the many pockets of her apron to pull out a tiny metal flask.

There's a prolonged pause before Nila decides to say anything and she starts wiping away some tears that have started to rim the edges of her eyes. "Are you suggesting that I drink my problems away?" Nila asks, her voice sounding high pitched and confused.

The maid chuckles, her dimples stretching out wide as she does so. "No, girl. This here is full of a knock-out chemical, Ether. It's very difficult to over dose someone on and will last for a good while. Mr Adrian handed this to me to sedate you if you were to try anythin'. I'm handin' this over to you now, in case he tries to do the same. Don't be tellin' no one about this. I like you, girl. And I also like Sanctuary, so I'd like to see you get back to them. And hopefully make a difference." The maid finishes her speech with a wink and hands the flask over to Nila.

Hope, it's such a wonderful feeling. Nila can't help but feel overjoyed with the feeling right now and gives the old lady a grateful smile. "Thank you," she mutters.

"I better be on my way."

The maid turns and heads towards the door, throwing one last glance in Nila's direction before opening the door and slipping outside. Not long after, Adrian's voice comes echoing down the hallway.

"Thank you for cleaning up in there, Mirium. Wait, we talked about this. You can't go around speaking like that, remember what my mother said? If you want to be working here with the upper class people then you need to start talking like the upper class," Adrian strictly bitrates the maid and eventually, his footsteps can be heard heading towards his bedroom door and Nila hastily makes an effort to stuff the metal flask under the thick, soft mattress of Adrian's bed.

"There you are. Sorry I took so long but everything will be much more clearer after this," he mumbles and locks the door behind him once he steps inside, he holds a thin, yellow folder tucked under his arm.

In a calm and collected manner, he casually strolls over to the dark wooden coffee table, takes ahold of the folder, tilting it upside down and opens it. What falls out is a couple documents that Adrian discards to the left of the table as well as a bundle of mangy, aged photographs. They're mainly portraits of people Nila's never seen before strolling down a turquoise beach at sunset, going out to dinner in wealthy restaurants or lovely, nostalgic photos of a grinning woman lying besides a baby, squeezing one of the infants miniature hands. Mundane things. Events you'd expect your average-joe, dream family to partake in. However, one of the photos catches her eye, the image pulls and tugs at her interest.

"I assume you've seen this before," Adrian states as he sits down at Nila's side on the sofa and turns a slightly washed out and torn photo the right way up.

Adrian's correct, she has seen the picture before. The picture shows Earleen, or at least a ten year younger version of Earleen, laughing joyously at a fair on a ride besides an equally happy woman. The other woman, a brunette, clings wildly onto Miss Chaucer as their hair flays crazily around them as the ride spins faster.

They look like they're in love.

Which leaves Nila feeling extremely confused. "I don't get it, why are you showing me this?"

"Because the woman with the wavy brown hair and sea green eyes was my mother."

"Where is she now?"

"Dead," he replies simply.