"Have you finished, Fifty?" he asks."Yes, Sir," I say respectfully. George seems preoccupied."Hmm. Good. Well I have a further task for you. Come with...me."I follow him down to a small room. He opens the door. Inside, Judy is standing, waiting."Here, you are, Nineteen," he announces to Judy. "Here is the treat I promised you."Judy smiles, evidently in anticipation."Can I have her with her wrists cuffed behind her, please Sir?" Judy asks. I'm disconcerted. I'm used to being discussed this way by. “What deal?”“Do we have a deal?” the voice again. Very soft, almost fragile, not the sort of voice one thinks of when they’re tied to a chair being questioned.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said. My throat was scratchy, close to raw, it hurt to talk. “Water?” I asked, not thinking I would get some. The blackness was still thick, so I could see nothing, I never even heard footsteps, but then a straw poked me in the lips. I jerked my head in surprise, but then realized what it was,. Might make a new friend."Friend? The boy scoffed inside. He felt invisible, inconsequential, and mostly unvalued. Even when he caught someone’s glance, he never captured their interest. Maybe he was an oddity and they could somehow tell. He didn’t think he was bad-looking although being shorter and thinner and having longer hair and nickle-sized brown eyes made him seem more androgynous than most. Whatever the reasons, he was an alien; a freak on a cold planet. Maybe it was genetic. His. " John explained, indicated the silver suited one."What the fuck is a 'Pfeffer Diep'?" asked Rada."Not, ah, from around here," he grinned. "After some real food I'll explain everything."400 klicks away at Twin Olives, Heather Sion was still contemplating Armin de la Perriere's apparent rejection of her. For days, she was sunk in depression and her mother, Megan, grew increasingly concerned. Finally, she'd had enough and decided to confront Armin, himself. After breakfast on the fourth day,.