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Summer's POV:
Okay, so what's your surroundings?
I see walls.
Alina, that's obvious!
There's a fork in the hallway!
They are carvings on the walls.
Okay... what kind of carvings?
Like, there's people on them, and they're weapons... I think...
It looks like a battle scene or something!
Hmm... interesting... Oh! I know where you guys are!
Really?!
Yay!
Seriously?!!
Yup! You gotta go left.
Now it looks like a maze from here!
Oh. Nevermind then, go right
From the maze???
No!
"I swear these guys are getting on my nerves!", I muttered.I hear a yawn. I turn my head to the left and I see that JayJay has just woken up. "Hey Jay!", I whispered, she waved as she finished stretching. "Wassup?", She said and I answered, "Oh nothing, I just managed to break the barrier so we can talk to the rest of the group!", I replied cheerfully. "Damn, good job!", JayJay responded. I told her about the situation with Willow, and how I was guiding everyone else to us. "Need any help? You sound exhausted!", JayJay offered. "Yes please!" I said. She nodded and started to talk inside our thoughts.
Alrighty! I'm going to help y'all get to us!
JayJay? Is that you?
Yup!
Eyyyyy!
Anyway, where are you guys right now?
They continued to talk and JayJay seemed to be handling the situation quite well, so I decided to try to get some sleep. "Mind if I sleep a little?", I asked, she nodded her head 'no' and replied, "It's okay, I don't mind." I curled up on one of the cots and quickly fell asleep...

JayJay's POV:
After directing my companions for what seemed like forever, they finally understood where they were and told me they could continue on their own. I was grateful for that, but I hope they would find their way here. No one found the cots comfortable, but it was way better than the floor. I had started to miss home more, the taste of chocolate covered cherries, my soft bed, my loving cats, gah I miss them so much! The only thing that reminded me of home was my Holy Jacket, but I always take that everywhere. When we were captured, the guards confiscated all of our belongings. I was wearing the jacket at the time, so thankfully that wasn't confiscated. In my bag I kept my regular belongings, a set of extra clothes, a bag of chocolate-covered cherries, a hairbrush, my phone, and a charger. I was praying that the guards didn't eat my chocolate covered cherries. I would rip their heads to shreds. I had a few chocolate covered cherries in my pocket, which I managed to hide from when we were taken. I saved most of them for me, but I gave a little to everyone else. We would roll the cherries down the jail cells to each other. Sure, it wasn't as sanitary as I would like, but it's way better than the crap they feed us here. I nibbled on a little part of a chocolate-covered cherry, then I put it back in my pocket to save for later. Everyone else was still asleep, so I contemplated to myself about random things. Yeah it wasn't the best time-waster, but it sure helped me not to reach for my pocket to gobble up all the chocolate covered cherries left...

Third Person POV:
JayJay soon fell asleep, and the jail cells were quiet. It was twelve o' clock, and that meant lunch time... a loud horn was heard, causing the prisoners to wake up in a jolt. A booming voice was heard over an intercom. "ATTENTION ALL PRISONERS! WE WILL NOW BE INSPECTING YOUR JAIL CELLS!",
Grunts and sighs were heard by the prisoners as they all stood up, waiting to be escorted out of their jail cells...

A/N: OH MY GAWD! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT FOR THIS BOOK! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! EVEN FOR THE LITTLE GHOSTIES THAT JUST READ AND DON'T VOTE! YOU HELP OUT TOO! SORRY THIS IS SUCH A SHORT CHAPTER! I'VE BEEN REALLY BUSY FOR THE PAST MONTH WITH THE HOLIDAYS AND THINGS! HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE! THE SUPPORT FOR THIS BOOK WAS THE GREATEST GIFT I COULD EVER ASK FOR! I PLAN TO CHANGE THE SCHEDULE WITH POSTING FOR THIS BOOK. IT MAY CHANGE, BUT FOR NOW I PLAN ON POSTING SHORTER CHAPTERS MORE OFTEN! I LOVE YOU ALL! <3

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