You look up at the large, bland building as the car stops, an eerie shadow cast by the building giving you chills.

Guards pick you up and carry you inside, you struggle in their grasp but to no avail. Bringing you inside the building and down narrow halls you're thrown into a dark room

Day after day different people, if they even are people, come in and threaten you, trying to get information. You keep scheming of ways to get out but every time its like they know what you're going to do before you even do it. You've tried fighting your way out, which got you beaten. You've tried picking the lock on the door, which almost worked until it didn't and you were thrown into a room without a keyhole but instead a key-card. Since then you had tried to pickpocket the guards, tunnel your way out. The worst one as of late is your most recent attempt, you tried to overflow the toilet so the guards would have to move you but rather than move you to a new room they left you in the room to sleep in the water, not even caring about the open, but barred, window letting in cold air from outside.

That was to be your next escape attempt, without being fed for weeks on end you're small enough to fit through the bars; though without clothes or shoes you don't know what to do once you get out but anything was better than being trapped in this room.

Once it turns dark outside you decide to make your escape, you climb up the rough rocks jutting out of the walls up to the window. You squeeze your head through the bars, holding on for dear life to the other bars, you look around from your basement window seeing nothing particularly special or anything that would aid you in your escape. You bring your bare feet further up the rocks and start sliding your arms and shoulders through the bars, your hands clutch at nearby roots, pulling as hard as your frail body will allow. You wiggle for a second before your hips come free and you pull your legs through leaving you completely out of your prison, you sneak around to the front of the building, staying close to the wall. Armed guards are on patrol around the building, sneaking past them should be easy enough.

You look at the guards that are positioned around the building and then into the thick underbrush of the nearby forest. You sprint for the woods, the thorn bushes nipping at your cloths. You hear people chasing after you so you make a more elaborate course for them to follow. When you think you lost them you duck behind a tree to catch your breath when all the air comes out of you as a large bald man stops a few feet in front of you, not seeming to notice you. You bend down and pick up a rock, and throw it as far to the right of you as possible making a loud crash through the dead leaves.

When the man takes the bait, you sneak off in the opposite direction leaving the forested area and onto a road that, hopefully, leads to civilization. You walk under the eerie canopy of dead trees above you, a chilly breeze stirring up the leaves in your area as well as your hair. You hug Dean's shirt to your body to try and keep warm, his scent filling you with hope of finding him again.

You constantly miss Dean and the other boys and hope they're getting along without you.You wander around in circles for hours, your numb feet bleeding through the thin shoes you wore, you climb a tree to sleep in for the night huddled against the trunk of the tree. In the morning, after a sleepless night, you slide down the tree and keep moving through the woods in what you would hope was the right direction.You keep walking until fatigue starts to take you over and your hands turn blue from the cold. When you're about to give up and lay down you come to the edge of the dirt road and it splits off into an asphalt road leading to street lights at the bottom of the hill you're standing on. You sigh a breath of relief and start walking towards the town, your cloths covered in a fine layer of frost. You pass by several people who give you odd looks but make no attempt to help you, until you reach a chapel and walk up the steps only to collapse inside the doors, making you lucky that it happened to be Sunday morning now.