The Boy from the Bunker - Season 8

Episode Three, Part 2:

Episode Three, Part 2:
Fragile

And maybe I don't know what to say, but I'm here 
in your doorway and I just wanted you to know 
that this is me trying. At least I'm trying. 

The door to Dreea and Elara's cell buzzed open and both girls stood up from their beds, trying to assess the situation. It was a different guard than Ammon and he already seemed impatient, tapping his foot against the ground as he waited for them to leave their cell.

Dreea took in a deep breath, nodding over at Elara to say that it was okay, and made sure to go first in case the guard had other intentions than what they assumed.

The two of them stayed close to each other, relieved to see the rest of their people also being let out of their cells and led down to the mess hall. They took their usual seats at their table, looking at every face that passed by in search for their friends.

Quill made his way over to Elara - to each other's relief - as did Fenn, Liam and Aeryn, but it was noticeable how empty their table was.

"Where's Wynn?" Quill asked, looking between Dreea and Elara to see if they had any answers.

"With Chess, I hope," Dreea said. "He took my place in the cell but I moved to Elara's... They should be here."

"Where's the guard that moved you guys?" Elara asked, beginning to look around the mess hall in search for Ammon, but it was no use. They all looked the same with their masks on and they were too far away for her to be able to read their name tags. "We should find him and confront-"

"Riv and Atlantis," Dreea breathed out, interrupting Elara to draw everyone's attention to the last set of prisoners to be brought into the hall.

Careless of the rules, Dreea stood up and embraced Sol as they reached their table, squeezing her just as tightly as when they first reunited on the ship.

"Are you two okay?" She asked, glancing between them both in a panic. "What happened to you?"

Sol waited until her and Atlantis had sat down before she spoke - turning over her shoulder to make sure no one else was close enough to hear.

"We attacked one of the guards," she said, glancing around the table to see everyone listening in close - suddenly overcome with a terrible fear that made her stop.

"Where's Wynn and Chess?"

Dreea sighed, sharing a nervous look with Quill and Elara. "We don't know," she said. "We just assumed that whatever caused you two to miss rations last night is the reason they're not here."

"Unless they coincidently conspired together to steal a weapon off of a guard, then I doubt it," Sol said, already feeling excessive amounts of heat consume her body. "We disarmed the guard of their gun when they were distracted but they hurt Atlantis and refused to give us any food as a punishment," she explained. "Maybe they're keeping Wynn and Chess away from rations for a night, but I can't imagine what they would have done as a retaliation. Chess would have been too anxious to do anything, and Wynn wouldn't get himself in serious trouble if he thought I was gone as well... This doesn't make any sense."

"I hate myself for saying it, but we should save our worrying for tomorrow," Dreea said. "You guys have a perfectly reasonable explanation for why you weren't here last night; I'm sure Wynn and Chess will be back tomorrow with their own version of events. If we want to figure out what's happening, we have to stay calm. These people are trying to make us panic and we can't buy into their fear... I'm sure Wynn knows what he's doing."