{^picture of Toby above}

Clara stood and stared at him, for what else is there to do? The voice in her heart tells her to trust this guy, but the voice in her head, that just so happens to be her dad's, is saying get the freak outta there he's a psycho path!

"Chosen?" She repeated, not daring to take her eyes off of his. "Chosen for what?"

Toby stuffed his hands into his pockets, a casual gesture considering everything. "I am not allowed to tell you. You must wait for the boss when he's ready. Now, come with me."

Clara held her ground. "Not until you tell me where my family is. Who's the boss?"
Toby looked mildly irritated. "I cannot say, now come on Clara-"

"No!" Clara yelled, her hands clenching into fists. She wasn't sure when she had begun to cry, but those were defiantly hot tear rolling down her cheeks.
Toby looked sad again and reached his hand out as if he wanted to embrace her. He thought better of it and lowered them, looking down at Clara as if she were a puppy. "Do you really want to know?"

Clara nodded once, twice.
"Because if I tell you, there is no return."
"I want to know, please."
Toby sighed. "Your family is dead Clara, died in a car crash three days ago."

Clara felt her eyes widen to the size of sauce pans. Had she heard him correctly, or was the stress making her hear things? She noticed her tears had stopped falling in her state of shock and utter disbelief.

"I'm sorry Clara, but it is the truth."
A voice whispered inside of Clara's head.
Clara's legs buckled and the next thing she knew she was on her knees on the cold marble ground. Toby rushed to her side, but then again made no move to make physical contact.

"You're in shock, this is why I didn't want to tell you." Toby said, looking angry with himself.
Clara's whole body began to tremble, along with her lips. "W-where...a-am I-I?" She stuttered.
Toby bit his bottom lip, blood rushing to his cheeks. "Heaven or hell, it's up to you to decide."