May's smile stays frozen on her forcibly relaxed face.<br/><i>Keep calm. </i>She takes a slow, deep breath after another.<br/>The blond one looks every bit as confused and lost as she did, which is a consolation.<br/>Then it hit her.<br/>Was this woman running away too, and was caught? Is this a holding place for runaways? Was May going to be dragged back, after all?<br/>Her mind runs a mile a minute with different lies and scenarios; what could she say when questioned? Should she lie? Act penitent? Fake amnesia? Be subdued? Beg for mercy? Or be defiant to the bitter end, all hope lost? All those thoughts rush through her like a swollen river...But she must not show it. Look innocent and at peace, always.<br/><i>Keep calm. Another deep breath. <br/>
Keep smiling. </i><br/>Her eyes widen as they fall on the the tattoo-gilded, piercing-decorated woman with the purple mohawk. "You're so colourful" She says without thinking and without judgment, just in simple instinctive awe.<br/>Wait.<br/>Nobody who looks like that could have been from her community. A runaway, maybe, but perhaps of a different sort?<br/>Hope begins to weasel itself in, like the madness of those who see water in a barren land. Could it be that May<i>had</i>met her contact, and that this was part of the process? memories being erased to protect their location's secrecy?<br/>Could they be one step closer to freedom?<br/>"What do you remem..."<br/>The kaleidoscope woman is laughing. Does she know something more? No...No her room is the same as theirs, she's just  as lost as they are,  maybe every bit as scared as May...<br/>"Wait! What are you...."  She cries out as the woman strides over to the whisp and slams it.<br/>May's hands fly to cover her face, her gloved palms out, her head turned to the side as her eyes remain fixed on the whisp.