The Boy from the Bunker - Season 8

Episode Two, Part 3:

Episode Two, Part 3:
Neptunum

When the waves are flooding the shore and I can't find 
my way home anymore, that's when I look at you. 

Wynn sat at the table beside Dreea and Quill, having made sure to take a seat that faced the entrance to the mess hall. He cracked his knuckles, tapping his feet against the ground continuously which caused the table to shake.

Where were they? He kept trying to figure it out as if he had any clue how to start answering; as if he could go off of his instincts like usual, but he couldn't. He knew nothing about Neptunum or what their mission was. The only thing that he seemed sure of was that once a day, a guard would show up at their cells and transport them to the mess hall - feeding them, keeping them alive for some unknown reason...

He could see a guard approaching the entrance and Wynn sat up a little straighter, hopeful that as he moved closer, he'd be able to see Sol and Atlantis trailing along behind him. But the final guard entered the hall - alone - and he sealed the door closed behind him signalling to the others to start bringing out the food.

"...What?" Wynn mumbled, glancing around in every direction to make sure that they hadn't ended up stuck at another table. "Where are they? ...Sol and Atlantis; they're not here?"

Beside him, Dreea joined in with his searching, struggling to keep her thoughts at bay. Everyone else at the table began looking around, all trying to locate their Nobel Sovereign and her sister, but they all came up empty.

"What if something's happened to them?" Wynn asked no one in particular, needing to express his fears somehow.

"Let's try to stay calm," Dreea responded, securing a tight hold on Wynn's wrist, unsure if it was for his comfort or her own. "I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation-"

"And if there isn't?" Wynn interrupted, looking at it intently.

"I... I don't know," Dreea answered. "But neither one of them are here; that means that they must be somewhere together."

"Not necessarily," Wynn said. "Luca and Dante were cellmates, and Dante was..."

"...Was what, Wynn?" Dreea asked, confused at why he had suddenly cut himself short. "Wynn? Talk to me."

"Dante's still not back..." He told her, continuing to glance around the mess hall just in case he was wrong. "And neither is Luca... They're both not here and now Sol and Atlantis are gone."

Dreea gulped, trying to gather her thoughts to find a reasonable answer to where their friends were, but she had nothing. Deep down, she was just as terrified as Wynn was at where the four of them had disappeared to, and who of their people were next.

"I can't just sit here and eat without knowing what's happened to them," Wynn said, already beginning to push himself to his feet. "I'm gonna speak to one of the guards-"

"Wynn, you saw what happened yesterday when Luca left his seat," Dreea warned him. "We can ask one of them when they take us back to our cells, but I'm not having you disappear on me, too. Right now, for whatever reason, it's just you and me, and I need you."

"Dreea..." Wynn sighed, so much anguish escaping with his breath. "Sol would do the same if it was one of us that was missing."

"Wynn-"

"Kodiak would have done the same... Please... I have to find out where they are."

Dreea chewed on her lip, glancing around at the people on their table; Quill and Elara seemed on edge about their brother's intentions and Chessca's big, earthy-brown eyes were on the verge of filling up with tears - unable to hide the fear that had its grip on her with both Sol and Atlantis being gone.