'This is so small...' Clary sighs. I chuckle and nod. 'I know right.' Drew looks around, confused. 'Where is Rye?' he asks. I point towards the single door that leads to the sleeping room. He walks toward it and opens it up. While he walks inside, Trace follows him. Me and Clary just sit down on the couch, near the small table. I almost forgot about the note. I pick it up and look inside. 'What is that?' Eth asks. I lift my shoulders and begin reading what was inside.

As big as fabrics,

As heavy as stone.

You can't see,

The real enemy.

I shiver and as gracefully as I can, I lay the card back down on the table. 'What's inside?' Clary asks. I shake my head, 'I have no idea what it means.' Although I can't shake this weird feeling off of my shoulders, it was meant for someone in this room. It must be the former owners, I tell myself. But deep down I know something is not right.

I hear a shout coming from the bedroom. Laughing like crazy people, Drew and Trace come running out of the bedroom, with an angry looking Rye behind them. 'Guys!' He starts. 'That's not funny!' Clary snorts and I chuckle. Drew and Trace throw themselves on the last bit of space on the couch and meanwhile shove me against Clary. I huff and make contact with Clary's side. 'Ouch!' Clary groans. I sit up straight and punch Drew's shoulder. Trace bursts out laughing and holds his hand in front of his face. I even see Rye break out in a smile. Frowning, I stand up and walk towards the small bit of space against the wall, next to the couch. 'Oh come on!' Drew speaks up. I ignore him and instead I focus myself on the growing butterflies in my stomach. After a few seconds it hasn't stopped and keeps growing more painfully. I lay my hand on my stomach and try not to think about the worst. Suddenly an enormous pain hits me and I cry out. 'Maysley!' Rye storms up to me, and holds me so that I won't fall. A sudden sickness grows this time and I run towards what I think is a bathroom. Gotcha. I kneel down and let everything out, into the toilet. From behind me someone holds my hair up. A few tears break out of my eyes. When I'm done, I flush the toilet, ashamed. I slowly turn around and sit against the wall. A warm hand is laid on my arm and I carefully look up. Rye is looking at me with a worried glance. I sigh and wipe away my tears. 'Are you okay?' He asks. I nod and stand up. 'Let's just forget all of this happened.' I can see through his eyes, he disagrees, but goes with it anyways.

When we return back to the living room, everyone stares at me. I look away and feel my cheeks starting to turn red. 'Anyways. How did you all get here?' I ask, trying to lighten up the mood. 'Well, some weird soldiers in black clothes took us. When they told us everything about you guys, we wanted to see you.' Clary explains. I nod, 'we really missed you all.' Rye nods beside me. 'We missed you, too.' Clary smiles. 'So, what now?' Eth asks. I answer with a simple shrug off my shoulders.

We fell asleep a few minutes later. I felt myself slip away, as I touched the small piece of paper I secretly stuffed into my pocket. They don't have to know about this. I'm going to ask president Elanvith about this. It may could have been a small souvenir from the former owners. But I can't shake this weird feeling off of my shoulders. Like something doesn't fit. That a piece has been locked away from the puzzle.

I feel a touch at my shoulder and I sit up. I look straight into the eyes of Trace. I sigh, 'what is it?' I mutter. Trace winces as I shove him. 'I needed to talk to you, code red.' Oh gosh. That's not good. When we were little kids, back then, we used to have signs to tell how bad something was. And code red was a dangerous situation. It meant like if someone saw something unnatural, or worse; pretending. We used to use code red to sign each other when a popular girl was arriving.

'And I told him: No, I don't want that, go away!' The others laugh, and I crackle a smile. The one moment we are happily telling each other stories, and the other is now. Trace runs up to us, with red cheeks.

'Maysley, I have to talk to you. Right away.' I raise an eyebrow but stand stand up anyways. He leads me a mile away from the group, and then stops me. 'What is it?' I ask him, lightheaded from the hard pull he gave me. 'You remember Savanah? Back from work camp?' I nod slightly. Where is he going with this? 'She asked me out!' I smile.

'That's amazing Tracy!' He huffs. I throw my arms around him. I am happy for him. The last time he had a relationship, it ended up in a big fight. And he wasn't the one who was throwing fights. I had to bring him to the hospital, along with my friends. It really wasn't a great moment in my life. But we were there for him. 'So was this like... code red?' He pulls away and shakes his head, smiling like a crazy person who just had drugs. 'Nah, this was code green.' And we both laugh.

I stand onto my feet, feeling a little bit light headed. Trace takes my hand and pulls me with him, towards the small of space in the hallway. He opens the door and walks through, while bringing me with him. I shuffle and do my best not to fall on my face. He looks behind him, if I'm still there. When he's notified he continues his way and leads me towards an abandoned janitors locker, I think. 'What is it now?' I ask him, in an arrogant tone. Trace closes the door and nods satisfied. 'You know why I pulled you here?" I shake my head. 'Well, I think they're lying to us.' Who? I raise an eyebrow. Trace sighs and gestures to the wall, towards mine and Rye's place. 'The people here. When we arrived they acted all sweet and stuff. And I can't get their sick innocent smiles out of my head.' One single touch at his head is enough to satisfy me. I roll my eyes and speak up. 'Trace, please step out of your comfort zone. We're at war now. This is no child's play. If you want to continue to act so innocent, then just go along by yourself.' I answer with a big sigh. 'Goodnight.' And with those last words, I walk back to my room to find my restless nightmares lying on my pillow, waiting for me.

'Good morning, to every graceful citizen of the OSRB, please don't forget to lock up your quarters before heading towards the canteen. Thank you, for your time, and have a great day.' I groan and pull the covers over my ears, as I listen to the deafening sound of a speaker. 'Shut up!' I hear Clary mumble, anywhere but near my bed. The message repeats itself, for what feels like a hundred times. I roll around, and open my eyes, completely awake. I look at my surroundings and almost burst out laughing. I shove my hand onto my mouth, to stop myself from cracking up.

Clary is laying in one of the three beds, while covering herself with her blanket. Drew is kneeling on the ground, resting his head onto her bed, while trying to keep himself warm with the hem of her blanket. Trace is lying in the middle of the room, arms spread. Only if Lashell were here... And lastly, Rye is comfortably lying in his own bed. And by the looks of it, he isn't going to wake up any time soon. Eth is nowhere to be seen, but I hear some feet shuffles coming out of the living room. I set my feet onto the ground, and stretch my arms, while yawning. The annoying voice has stopped, finally. I sneak out of the room and spot Eth, sitting on the worn out couch.

'Morning,' He says, not looking up from his nails, while he bites them. 'Good morning.' I answer him, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I sit down next to him, and pull my legs under me. I realize now would finally be the best moment to ask him some questions. Meanwhile the others are still asleep. 'Eth?'

He looks up, 'yeah?' I deeply inhale and decide to just ask him the question. 'How did you know my mother?' He cracks a sad smile, and folds his arms over his chest. 'Well,' he starts. 'I knew your mother since middle school, we were best friends. We went to class together and somewhere around high school, she met your father. Three years later I got to hear the good news about you.' He winks. I turn red and look away. 'And four years later... she... ehm.' I interrupt him, knowing how hard it must be. 'Don't. I know what happened next.' He nods and looks away too. I clear my throat and stand up. 'I'm going to wake the others.' He shows off one more smile, and I walk towards the bedroom.