I explore as much of the room as possible, finding nothing that could help me escape, finding nothing at all really. There are a couple of different outfits in the dresser along with some socks and boxers. On the ground next to the dresser, there are a pair of sneakers and a pair of combat boots. Unnervingly, they seem to be about my size, everything in the room does. The bathroom has the basic things for hygiene but that's about it.

I decide to take a shower and, as creepy as it is, put on some of the clean clothes. I turn the shower on and then grab some clothes. I am also happy to find towels in the bathroom. I strip down and step into the shower, and immediately regret it. I almost jump back out but I stop myself. The water is freezing. I'm talking, if I stand in here too long I wouldn't be surprised if I get hypothermia. I wash as fast as I can and its all I can do to not jump out of the shower. Quickly I towel off and get dressed. I really don't like how everything fits. I end up in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, both of which are black. It really makes me uncomfortable that Slade not only knew my size but went out of his way to buy everything I'd need.

I walk back into my room and decide to attempt to get some sleep. There is, thankfully, a digital clock on the dresser. I already have to be up way too early for my liking and I only have about 4 hours until Katey is supposed to get me. I plop onto the bed and try to get comfortable. Something, I find quickly, that is an impossible mission. This is the most uncomfortable bed that I have ever laid on. Sighing, I close my eyes and try to get some sleep.

The sound of the door opening and the lights being turned on quickly wakes me. Sitting up I look towards the door and see Katey. She's dressed in some black joggers and a black T-shirt.

"Come on, you don't want to be late for breakfast," she says. I sigh quietly and crawl out of bed, following her as she walks down the hallway. She leads me to the kitchen, where Dylan is already waiting and he's talking to someone.

I've never seen him before. He's taller than Dylan and seems to be taller than even Slade. Slade has to be around six and a half feet tall. I'd put Dylan around 5'10 or eleven and Katey is around my height, so close to 5'5, probably just a little shorter. He's older though, his hair graying and wrinkles have formed in small areas around his face. Probably around 50.

"Ah, there you are," he exclaims when he sees Katey. "Help me put some of these groceries away, will you? Dylan claims to have lost his memory when it pertains to knowing where they go." Katey rolls her eyes but moves to help as Dylan shrugs, grinning. He sees me standing in the doorway and sends me a small smile, he sort of reminds me of Alfred. "You must be Robin," he states, "I am Wintergreen, you may see me around occasionally."

"It's a pleasure," I tell him, not convincingly but it was the first thing I thought of. Alfred has been teaching me manners for too long apparently. It's not really a pleasure meeting anyone when you're being held, hostage.

"So Katey how is your arm healing up," Wintergreen asks.

"Oh, fine it wasn't even that bad to start with anyway", she replies quickly, quietly.

"An arm broken in three places is beyond what I would describe as 'not that bad' " Wintergreen retorts with a stern look on his face."Don't push it too hard," he warns.

"How did you break it", I ask out of curiosity and understanding. I've broken my arm like that before and it is not pleasant. She doesn't answer me, just goes back to putting things away again.

"Katey, he asked you a question. Don't be impolite", Wintergreen chides gently.

"Training with Father," she says barely loud enough for us to hear.

Once the groceries are put away Wintergreen leaves after ruffling both Katey and Dylan's hair. Wintergreen brought a carton of eggs, a big bag of rice, another big bag of beans, two loaves of bread, a gallon of milk, and what looks to be a couple of pounds of hamburger.

"So," I start awkwardly, "he brings you guys food once a week?"

"Uh, no," Dylan answers hesitantly, "This is for the month." I'm shocked at first, but on looking at them closer, it makes sense. They're both skinny, unhealthily so. It seems like what little they have on their bodies is muscle and not anything else. These kids could seriously use a couple of weeks of Alfred's cooking.

"Is this all you ever get," I ask.

"No, sometimes Wintergreen brings us different types of meat or, and this is rare, usually just for birthdays, but he sometimes brings us a couple of cookies," Dylan informs me. During this small amount of time, Katey had quickly fried each of us an egg and put plates in front of us. We eat in silence, mostly because I don't know what to say to them. I'm startled when I hear Slade behind me.

"Hurry up," he barks. "Don't be late for training," he orders before leaving just as quietly and quickly as he appeared.