Day whatever-numbers-are of being stuck here. None of us are aware of much anymore. We're getting stir crazy now. We need out. We can't stand being here anymore. Hidden away in the back of a forest, forgotten by time, is a house. At first glance, it looks normal. Most people who pass by it forget it instantly. Perhaps an old farmer lives there, tending to the last of his once glorious operation. Maybe an old couple is living their best life in the middle of no where. But you know different. You know because deep down, you live there. Not just you. You and the rest of the kidnapped children. You're antsy. You're agitated. You want an out. The revolution is building. Viva la resistance.