"Of course I'll answer your questions! But not for that arm. The deal wasn't official until after you set that free. What is your first question?" 

"What-" Emil started. 

"Oh sorry, forgot to mention, Polly made the deal. Polly asks the questions." I said, interrupting.

"Okay, what's your name."

I pretended to think about it. "The dictionary defines name as a word or set of words by which a person, animal, place, or thing is known, addressed, or referred to.  Next question." 

"Umm... Why are you kidnapping babies?"

"For the same reason my partner kidnaps babies.  Next question." 

"What do you do with them then?" 

"I don't do anything to them.  The place I take them to does all the doing." I said, hopping up, off the hospital bed.  "I laughed because, I shutdown the first time, because protocols were down, not because you asked questions. I'm not gonna die either, because I accidentally said cancel."  Emil reached for another dart. "You're not gonna tie me back up are you? I'm cooperating." Polly slapped his arm, and he hesitantly returned the dart. 

"I'm Josh. since you're cooperating, we'll give you a real room. Polly, could you lead her to a room? Olivia and I need to inform the boss." The brunette boy said. 

"Okay!"  As Polly led me through the long, cheerfully colored hallways, I took the time to actually look at her. She had curly red hair, in pigtails, and sea green eyes, with a hint of gray. She was wearing a cute dress, with pockets, that matched her eyes, and flared out at the end. She was a bit too skinny to be good, bordering on scrawny. Polly opened the door, to a bright green room.  "We can redecorate later. For now, just wait here! I'll bring you some clothes!" Polly said, cheerfully skipping back down the hall. 'What's wrong with what I'm wearing now?' I thought.  Soon, Polly had returned, with clothes stacked so high in her arms, she could barely fit through the doors. I rooted through the stack for something I could wear. "Oh, you don't have to dig through! You can just try it all on."

"Try it all on? That's not efficient at all." 

"It doesn't need to be, we've got all day!" 

"All day on one task?" "Yeah! It's not like you've got missions to go on!" I wave of that odd feeling I had, when I was leaking washed over me. "Great. What do I try on first?"

We seperated the stack by article of clothing, and size. We were able to throw out most of the stacks once we realized that I was a womens small.

We eventually came up with a wardrobe, with one dress, Polly insisted I have one, fifteen pairs of leggings, seven pairs of jeans, four pairs of shorts, three tank tops, ten crop tops, one skirt, once again Polly insisted, and six teeshirts.

"Okay, that's enough! We can do shoes tomor-" Josh walked in, without knocking. "Our boss wants to see you. I'll have to blindfold you, and I can cuff you, our hold your hand. Which one to you prefer?" "I'll take the cuffs over your hand any day. More of a challenge to break." I smirked at him, remembering him slumped against the wall, in the first questioning room.

Once the bandanna was tied over my eyes, I twitched my nose and forehead until I could see under it. I took the time to look at him, as well as memorize the way. He had dark chocolatey eyes, and wore blue jeans with a plain red teeshirt. His nose was slightly upturned, round, and he had a spattering of freckles across it.

The way his dark brown hair flopped, and cast a shadow across his face was... It made me feel... It was... The feeling was different than when I was leaking. I felt fluttery. My heart was beating to fast, and my cheeks grew hot, staring at him. I looked away, and concentrated on memorizing the way there.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, and his voice made my heart flutter again. "Pull yourself together!" I shouted at myself inwardly. "Yes." I said, my voice cracking. "Are you sure?" "Yes I'm absolutely fine!" I growled, annoyed, and the odd feeling disappeared.

~Dedicated to my good friend Grayp002, for the great character Polly~