The floor has scuff marks from where I've been pacing, the once clean floor now marred with my worry.

I watch Hollands sleeping form, her arms curled loosely around her while I pace, vaguely noticing Clay watching me from where he sits on his bed,

Movement in Hollands room had my head snapping up and I rush to the wall, watching with increasing worry as four people walk in, their attention on Hollands still sleeping form.

They surround her, and one scoops her into his arms, but still she doesn't wake.

"What are you doing with her?" I shout even though it's useless.

Somethings wrong, she would never sleep through something like that.

I watch, anger coursing through me, unable to do anything but watch as they take her out of the room.

Her door slides closed and my shoulders drop, feeling hopeless.

Clay is moving, his hand slamming against the glass and I look to him, watching as he point behind me.

Spinning around, I almost sag at the sight of the man in the once empty room beside mine.

Liam grins lopsidedly and I walk closer, noticing the welts on his flesh from the shock device, knowing he's being given the same treatment as I am.

He mouths something that I can't figure out, the sentence too long to unravel.

He looks frustrated, his brows drawing in and I lean forward, using the same technique Holland had days earlier.

Breathing out of the glass, I write a question mark, letting him see the process before watching as he repeats.

'Escape.'

I shake my head, "How?"

'I know how.' He mouths and I furrow my brows.

"How?"

'Been here before.' He writes, and my eyes snap back to his, more question wanting to speak forth.

He shakes his head at the questions he can no doubt see in my eyes and breathes out again.

'Soon.' He wipes it off and breathes out again, 'be prepared.' Once done, he look over my shoulder to Clay, flicking his chin to him. 'Tell him.' He mouths.

I nod, and Liam steps back, letting the wall between us darken.

• • •

It's hours later when they bring Holland back and she walks straight for the wall between us, her steps shaky.

Sliding to a seated position, she leans heavily on the wall, her head resting against it, blonde hair now past her shoulders.

I crouch down beside her before taking a seat, laying my shoulder next to her, watching as her eyes close with an inhale and exhale, sleep claiming her.

Worry spears through me, watching the way her body is fighting against her, the exhaustion that has been taking over her the lady's few weeks, and it makes me sick with dread.

What have they been doing to her?

I count down the minutes in my kind and let me eyes slip shit as-well, getting the rest while I can.

My eyes slip open what feels like moments later as an unnatural darkness takes over the room and I sit up straight, turning for Holland side and tap the glass but it doesn't clear, remaining dark. The faint buzzing noise that I'd become used to hearing in the room cuts off, and noise rushes in, the sudden onslaught shocking.

Blinking out of the daze, I listen yo my surrounding, hearing yelling from the hallway.

It's not the glass that stops us from speaking, but something else. I don't bother looking into it, twisting my seat and pounding on the glass.

"Holland!" I whisper yell, listening to hear if she stirs, hoping she's still in her position against the glass.

A faint murmur reaches my ears and I hold my breath, waiting.

"Archer?"

I relax, my shoulder dropping.

"Archer, is that you?"

"Yes." I breath out.

"What's happening?"

I look up and around, "Power outage."

My head snaps to Liam's side of the wall when a yell and crash echo from within. "Liam." I say.

"What?"

"It's Liam," I repeat, "he said he would escape, this must be him." I continue to listen as the, grunts and crashes growing louder. "It has to be him." I whisper.

"What's happening?" Holland murmurs.

"Liam said he knew of a way to get out, he said he would try it soon, I didn't know this is what he meant."

"Liam's escaping?"

"I don't know," I whisper, "I can't see, I have no idea what's happening."

"What does it sound like?"

"A fight."

"He'll be okay, it's Liam."

"Yeah." I say, "How are you, what did they do to you?"

Holland is silent for a moment before she replies, "I don't know, I can't remember."

I suck in a harsh breath. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Sick." She says after a pause. "Tired." A hear her breathe out, "I've never felt like this before."

"It's going to be okay."

"Yeah." She says but doesn't sound convinced.

"I love you." I say, wishing I could see her face right now.

I can hear the smile in her voice when she replies. "I love you too."

I smile, "Go let Clay know what's happening, we're just going to have to wait."

• • •

It feels like hours when the lights snap back on and the wall at my back clears, Holland tucked in next to me. She jumps up when the lights come back on, the buzz of the machines starting up once more and silence reigns once more.

I push myself up, rushing for Liam's side of the room and tap on the wall and almost stumble back at the sight in-front of me.

The room is pristine, not even a speck of dust out of place to show what may have gone on.

I look over my shoulder at Holland and catch the sight of Director instead, his eyes on where I stand.

I walk to where he is at my wall, arms folded behind him in the middle of the hallway before he lifts a hand, pressing that god awful button.

"Sorry about the black out, we had a . . . disturbance." His lips quirk to the side, "but it's been dealt with. I assume you, nothing is going to happen again."

He lifts challenging brow at me, as if taunting me with the knowledge that we will never be leaving before he release the button, turning away before I have the chance to say anything.

I walk to where Holland is, her eyes questioning and I see her mouth, 'Liam?'

Looking back at my shoulder at the now dark wall, I glance back to her and shrug.

"I don't know."