. and had seen him enter and after a few minutes he exited with a bag. She was prepared to try and follow him, but was caught by surprise when he turn...d in mid flight and came towards her hiding place. What shocked her even more than being discoverd was that he called out the name of Thailog's cloned play-toy... Delilah. Her eyes flared red for a brief moment, but then she calmed down and decided to make a move. She stood up and moved towards him. "I'm not Delilah," she said as she stepped out. He felt good holding his daughter in his arms. He suddenly became aware that he only had a towel on. Damn, he thought. I need to be careful here.She clung to him tightly until she finally stopped crying."Hey..." he said as he tried to pull her away from him."No Daddy, please hold me". She clung to him even tighter."Amanda, I think we should talk. Do you want to talk about your mother?"'No, I hate her" she said emphatically.He sighed. He knew she was feeling anger towards Marla. Hell, he was. Soft red carpet covered the entire floor, a table covered in fine food, drinks and a large book, was off to the side. On the other end of the room was a small walled off enclosure containing a toilet and a shower. At the end of the carpet in any direction, a sheer wall of mist hung around in a perfect square, looking up there was nothing, just empty whiteness. It was probably the nicest prison cell that she'd ever seen. But a prisoner she was, or assumed anyway, since she couldn't figure. “Well who else could it have been? No one else has been here have they?” That was a good point thought Ryan and was a bit of a flaw in his argument. Quite a large flaw actually. He really hadn’t thought that bit through. He stayed silent. “Ryan?” Audrey said, now looking menacing. Ryan caved in. “I only meant to take one piece, but you do bake a great cake Mum” before adding “sorry.” Audrey’s eyes glared and her nostrils flared. She was livid. “I knew it” she said.