I was scared of him so I hid out in a motel. I was scared to call you because I was afraid of rejection. I just hunkered down and hid out there for tw... days. Didn’t even go to work or tell them where I was.” “How did you get back?” “I finally started getting my shit together yesterday and started driving back after dinner. It was storming all the way. I was upset and …,” she paused, taking a deep breath, “Then the car broke down so I left it at a garage and walked the rest of the way just. So, the sweep says the Institute isn’t watching you, or us, but the tests can lie. Okay, have you eaten anything out there? Because if you have, they got you!”I looked at Desdemona. “Seriously?” She had the grace to look embarrassed. I turned back to Tom. “I can handle a little paranoia. After all, sometimes they really are out to get you. But in this case, how about you just examine the fucking chip, or get out of my way and I’ll do it.”He made placating gestures with his hands. “Okay, okay. I. And play games with my xbox 360 to keep me from getting bored all day in the house. One day my mother came to my room and was cleaning it up from some of the mess I'm made she has brown eyes just like me but her hair is blonde my mothers name is miranda i really think it's a beautiful name for me when she was changing my bed sheets she felt something she couldn't help it she moved the mattress and found cans of beer. For her it was a surprised because she did not know that her son drinks beer. He immediately stood when she entered. She paused for a moment and then closed the door behind her. He was shirtless and her eyes swept over his muscular chest and arms. She felt a tingling sensation begin in her belly. On the bicep of his left arm was a large bandage. ‘Were you badly injured?’ she asked casually. He didn’t answer, just stared at her, the hatred blazing in his eyes. ‘I suppose you’re wondering what your fate is to be,’ she said to him. She sat in the room’s only chair leaving.