Brendon was woken up by the noise of Talia talking in her sleep.

"N-No! Please! Don't take me! I love my family, I can't leave them!" she said. Brendon stared at the wall. Did his parents even come looking for him when he was taken? He doubted it. They hated him. But he loved them. All he can really member is that he had a two brothers and two sisters. He was the youngest. By the time he was born, his parents gave up with children essentially.

He flipped to his other shoulder on his bed to look at Talia. She had tears on her cheeks and she was shaking. Brendon instinctively leapt out of bed and hugged her. Talia's eyes opened slowly.

"T-Thank you, Brendon.." she murmured. Brendon smiled.

"You're welcome, Talia." he said. He held her close and she warmed up to his embrace. Brendon heard the soft pitter patter of the captors. He went back into bed and motioned for Talia to pretend to sleep. He closed his eyes, and hoped Talia did too. Brendon did this too often. He listened as the door opened and closed, and the woman came down. She walked over to in between the beds. Brendon made sure not to move his eyeballs, she can tell when you're faking. He could hear her breathing as she squatted down to his face level.

She stood back up and completely ignored Talia. She turned and started walking up stairs, and a weight was lifted from Brendon's shoulders. Once he heard the door close, he opened his eyes again and saw that Talia had called back asleep. He smiled and put his head down, he might as well get some shut-eye himself. Something about Talia just gave Brendon the butterflies, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.