Another few days passed. Same old routine. I finally had given up on breaking out when I realized how sore my fist had gotten.

I recap how the last few days had gone and open my eyes, instantly blinded by a light.

Someone's down here with me.

I look up to see Lloyd sitting right outside the bars, watching me. We stare at each other for a moment before I clear my throat.

"Do you mind?"

He sighs. "Look, I know you don't like this and I'm never going to get you to forgive me if you stay down here, so I managed to talk the guys into letting us go into town for a bit-"

"Who is 'us?'" I cut him off.

"The whole team."

I roll my eyes. The only two of them I can stand are Jay and Zane, and I have no idea what they're even like. Even if I agreed, what would be the terms? Of course everyone would know I'm related to Lloyd, and if I suddenly just popped up out of nowhere into their community...

"One week."

I'm interrupted from my thoughts and look up at him again. "What?"

"Give me one week. If you still are so set on getting home, I'll go willingly with you."

"No tricks?"

"None."

I watch him. He seems to be telling the truth.

"Whatever," I voice. Besides, at this point, what do I have to lose?