The Boy from the Bunker - Season 8

Episode Three, Part 1:

Episode Three, Part 1:
Fragile.

Everyone you know is trying to smooth it over; 
find a way to make the hurt go away.
But everyone needs a floor they can fall through.
I won't let you make the great escape. 
I'm not going to watch you checking out of this race. 

Wynn and Chessca followed Ammon down the hallway, trying to peer inside each cell they passed in the hopes of finding Sol and Atlantis. To their discomfort, Ammon opened a door that led to a stairway. He waited until they stepped inside before he began walking down, knowing they had no other choice but to follow.

"I don't know about you, but I'm not having a good feeling about this," Chessca muttered to Wynn, continuing down two flights of stairs until Ammon opened a door. He seemed to hesitate - turning on the lights and glancing around as if to make sure that no one else was around - and opening one of the doors to their left.

Ammon stepped inside, illuminating the room and allowing Wynn and Chessca to enter. Once they were in, he removed their handcuffs and allowed them a moment to look around. It was still a cell - there was no doubt about that - but it was vastly different than all the others they had seen. The light was brighter - much more soothing than the constant flickering in their old cell; the beds looked more comfortable, and they had a table in the middle with a tray of rations laid out for each of them...

Why were they the only ones who were taken here? Were Sol, Dreea and Atlantis moved to a place like this? Were Dante and Luca? Were they ever going to get any explanation?

"You need to give us some answers," Wynn turned around, already giving out his demands, but Ammon had his hand on the door and was halfway out of the room by the time Wynn noticed. "Hey!" He called out to him. "Why the hell have you taken us here?"

"You're safe from the trials down here," Ammon told them. "No one will find you. That's all that matters."

"Hey, wait!" Wynn called out again, hurrying over to him, but the door was shut in his face leaving him and Chessca alone in a room full of questions.

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"Why are you here?" Elara asked, watching as Dreea paced around in front of the door, waiting impatiently to see if Ammon would return.

"I wish I knew," Dreea said. "All I know is that the guard came to my cell with Wynn and left him with Chessca whilst he took me here. Wynn thought I might be going to Quill's cell in some sort of exchange, but I have no idea who's with him."

"Quill's alone?" Elara asked, something miserable in her voice. She had been on her own since they arrived on the ship and although it wasn't for long, she hated to think that her brother was now left in the same solitude as her.

"He'll be okay," Dreea said, not even missing a beat. "They might have even put him back with Fenn if they realised that he and Liam switched cells... Maybe that's why this has happened."

"Did you figure out why River and Atlantis weren't there last night?" Elara asked, propping herself at the back wall as she stared straight ahead at the door, slowly gliding down until she was sitting against the cold floor.

"No idea," Dreea sighed, wandering over to Elara and joining her on the floor.

"...We still have no clue about Izzy or Harlow or the rest of the kids," Elara murmured, dropping her head in her hands.

Dreea felt an aching in her chest as she looked over at her; she had never been tremendous with expressing her emotions - except anger, which she had always been great at, but the last few years had changed her. Losing Sol; finding Chessca and now, losing Kodiak. It was something that even her entire lifetime on training couldn't have prepared her for...