Dominic didn't say anything after his outburst. I was still in shock. I was on the verge of tears but I wasn't going to cry in front of him. I had seen fakies burst out like that before. My mother had been near an outburst. It was worse than Dominic's.

We had been coming home from town. She was showing me parts of the city. I was six and ever-so curious about the Haven. She was pointing out things and I was giggling happily. A rogue fakie was running through the market place, throwing things all over the place, and wreaking havoc. My mother had spotted the fakie, because as a child was I distracted by everything. She put her body in front of me.

Fakies have bones made of metal because the scientists didn't know what else to create them out of. Bone was rare because most animals had died when the Havens were created. The rest of the world was an abandoned wasteland. So most species went extinct. The other reason that they were made of metal were so that they'd be more durable and they wouldn't be destroyed as easily.

The rogue fakie went running into my mother. It crushed her to a wall, a few seconds after she had been pushed me out of the way. She broke several bones, including four ribs, both arms, a leg and fractured her spine. She was in a coma for almost a year. Doctors said she was lucky to be alive. That the fakies were the fault of all of this.

The only reason I didn't believe it was Dominic's fault about his outburst waw because when the fakie banged into my mother, I saw the fakie's expression. Yes, they said that fakies have no emotions but the fakie had an expression of horror and worry on its face. It hesitated before it ran off almost as if I wanted to see if my mother was okay.

Dominic left the room after a while. I stayed sitting, without company. I sat there for a good bit of time, wondering why I had befriended Dom. He was a fakie and one had nearly killed my mother... But then I wasn't going to hold a grudge against him for something he hadn't done. The past is in the past and I intend it to stay that way.

Besides Dom may be emotionless and stiff but I think he could be a good person, if he opened up. But then that's just my theories. They probably are incorrect or just delusions.

I couldn't stand the loneliness and the awful quiet for very long. I got up and left the silent meeting room.
I went back upstairs to "my bedroom". I went to have another shower, not because I needed one but because I needed something to do.

I needed something to distract myself from the door.

It was in my head, stuck there as if someone had covered it in PVA Glue and then stuck it to my thoughts. My curiosity was like a knife, cutting through all other emotions. It was getting unbearable.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to make a decision.

A few minutes later I was downstairs. I walked past the hallway that led into the living room. I walked as slowly and as quietly as I possibly could.

I walked past the kitchen and sighed in relief. I thought I was safe - until I say the next door. India's office. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

I crept past, holding my breath and scared out of my wits. It almost knocked me back into my senses. But not quite. I was still ever-so curious.

I took it step by step. Putting one foot in front of the other. Wincing every time I put my foot down. Fighting the urge to run off.

I heard India stand up. "Hullo?" she said. Had she noticed me? "Is anyone there?" India said and I could here her walking towards the door.

I dived behind the door. She pushed the door open. I flattened myself against the wall. Maybe this wasn't the greatest hiding place after all. I held my breath. For all I knew, she could possibly hear my breathing.

My heart was beating like a drum. I bit my lip to stop me from crying out. She took a step outside. "Hullo?" she asked again. She turned her head both ways. I could've sworn she saw me but she didn't act like she had.

She closed the door and walked back into her office, muttering about how it was probably a squirrel or a servant.

I let out a long breath. Thank goodness. She hadn't seen me.

I kept on going. I was scared but my curiosity was killing me. I was nearly dying of the need to know by the time I had reached the door.

I shook myself up, getting ready. I was prepared. I reached out to the handle, to push open the door.

Then out of nowhere a hand grabbed my shoulder.