Anna was quiet now. As we walked down the long corridors of the building I wondered if I said something wrong to her. She had a ghost of a smile on her lips. I wish I could look into her thoughts like she can mine. I figured out what it felt like when she was in my head. I felt light headed when she looked.

Me: Anna?

She didn't say a thing. I tried again.

Me: Annabeth?

Still nothing. But because I'm a idiot I tried again.

Me: Anna? Are you okay?

Finally I got something from her.

Anna: Yeah. I saw thinking about Adam.
Me: Oh. Sorry.
Anna: It's not your fault. You should of seen his face when he found out that I have a tattoo.
Me: You have a tattoo?

But she didn't get to answer because Zack decided that we've gone far enough. He opened a door. "After you Ms. Black."  Mr. Ions commanded more then said. Anna walked though the door stepping on Mr. Ions toes in the process. "Mr. Lincoln." Zack started walking in the room. "Wrong Lincoln." So I walked in. I heard the door slam shut and the lock click behind us. 

I took in the room. It wasn't huge but not small. It had a table, chairs and a closet. I looked in the closet. It was full of plain black clothes. Some for woman and some for men. I looked in one of the boxes one the floor. Umm... I guess that's where they keep the ladies under garments. I glanced in the other box. It was full of men's under garments. All of this was new. They all still had the tags.

"Nathan," Anna's voice broke the silence. "What's so fascinating over there?" She walked over and glanced in the boxs. "Well at least there black." I had to laugh. I mean here we are kidnapped. Our kidnappers where probably going to kill us and she was grateful to them for supplying black clothes. "Anna your a odd one." "I am." " I meant that your the only one who would be grateful to kidnappers for supplying us with black clothes."

She just shrugged. "Did you find anything else?" "Well behind that door is a bathroom." She nodded at a door I hadn't noticed. So much for taking in the room. "I also found a murphy bed. But just one of them." "Oh." Not that I disliked the thought of sharing a bed I just didn't know what Anna thought about it. "You can have the bed." She shook her head, "No thanks. I don't sleep on a bed at home. I mean I have one, I just prefer the floor, a closet, under a desk." "You prefer a closet?" She nodded, " Why?" "You have your secrets and I mine."

I hate it when she does that. I'd tell her my secrets. I trust her. But why do I trust her? I don't know and I don't care.