'Good morning, everyone.' President Elanvith says, as we arrive at the Community room. Clary groans beside me, and I chuckle. 'Good morning president.' She mutters. Colby smiles and waves her hand. 'Call me Colby, and follow me.' She tells us. We follow her to the other side of the room, standing in front of the security cameras, and some missing information, that is not important.

'Why'd you bring us here, presi- Colby?' Trace asks. Colby turns around with a smile. 'I wanted to show you guys something.' She answers. She waves her hand at us, as if to say: follow me. And we do. With Trace and Drew in front, Clary and I stay behind. Clary stops me for a minute, and speaks up. 'Do you trust her?' I raise an eyebrow, in confusion. 'What do you mean?' Clary sighs and rolls her eyes. 'I said: Do you trust her?' I think for a second. But the only thoughts coming up are about Lashell. I mean, she's our number one on the list right now. Now some sort of president. 'Yeah, I do.' I say back, and walk past her.

'Wait!' Clary whispers from behind me. I huff and turn around. 'Clary, please stop thinking bad about Colby! She's just a sweet president who only wants to help!' Clary looks hurt for a moment, but shakes her head. 'That's not what I meant. Look over there.' She points at our left, and I follow her finger. My gaze lands upon a few digital screens. I walk closer, but am stopped by a pair of hands. 'You are not allowed to go any further.' The hard voice tells me. I turn around and get mad. 'Say that to yourself, jackass.' Clary gasps, while I walk away from the mans horrified face. Take that. I'm standing in front of the screens, and lift my head up. I gasp and my eyes grow wide.

I see cells. Not just any cells. Cells with people in them, being hit by several soldiers, who are wearing white costumes. A woman who is kneeling onto the ground, clutches her stomach. It takes me no second to realize what she's doing. She begging the soldier to stop. He hits her hard, and she falls to the ground. 'No!' I whisper. Again, a pair of hands pull me back. 'Miss, I said: you are not allowed here.' I inhale and wipe away the tears that have fallen from my eyes. 'Who does this?' I hear a voice mutter next to me. I turn and look directly at two pair of worried eyes. 'Rye?' I ask. His lips turn upwards for a second, but he stares again. 'Let's just follow Colby, and forget about what we just saw.' I nod my head and walk straight into the arms of Clary.

'And this is where the internal waterfall has been destroyed by Sheila.' Colby says, as she shows us a map that goes over whole Chestwood City. 'Why are you even showing us this? This isn't even important!' Trace mutters. 'Well, if you want to be lost, that's not my problem. I'm just making sure for all of you.' She answers him. Trace groans and looks away. A man walks up to Sheila and whispers something into her ear. Her eyes grow, and I can see a slight hint of panic on her face. 'Tell them to work on it.' She tells him. The man nods his head and walks away. What was that about?

'Miss! Miss! I need you to look at this!' An officer exclaims as we walk past his desk. I am the first to sprint towards him. I look over his shoulder, while he turns to me. 'And you are not allowed.' He tries to shove me away, but is stopped by Colby. 'Let her watch.' The man nods and turns back to his screen. 'These are the last missing people of the past seven hours.' He points at a long list of names. 'Could you place them onto the big ones, please?' Colby asks.

Hundreds of names appear on the big screens, in capital letters. I study them, and find myself looking in the U section.

22-09-2141 Levy Umdart

03-01-2132 Baser Umplaise

07-12-2138 Elania Underwood

28-05-2137 Isaac Underwood

Hold on. What? How come Rye's parents are missing? That's where Rye speaks up. 'My parents? No!' He gasps. I feel bad for him. I couldn't imagine living the fear all over again of losing my parents. I wrap my arms around him, without thinking twice. He freezes. 'I'm so sorry.' I whisper in his ear. As I pull away, I look away from his shocked face. From the corner of my eye, I can see him wipe away some tears.

'I am so sorry for you... Loss?' Colby questions. 'But I'd really like to move on.' I frown. 'Didn't you just see? Rye just heard his parents are missing, and you decide to just ignore it? What kind of person are you?' My rage is almost flowing out of my ears. That damned woman. 'And I am so sorry for that. But in times like these we need to learn how to move on from great loss. Don't we? I thought that you knew best.' I wave my hand and mutter. 'Like you have any idea how I feel.'