"That's the thing." He walked over to his chair pulled it back and sat in it slumped. "I really don't know what's next. Either you can turn yourself back in, make my life easier, and definitely save me a lot of time of explaining what happened today to the proper authorities. Or you can hop back out that window, escape, and make the entire nation hunt you down ruthlessly. I'd prefer the latter if I was you." He looked vacuous in his chair void of all life and emotion completely uncaring to what ever choice she decided.<br/><br/>"Oh before I forget. You're going to need this regardless of you decision." He sat up from his chair and opened one of the drawers placing the edge of the table. "You're parent sent you this. They said it's something from your childhood I didn't open it but it came with. . . never mind they said that they hope that it would bring back that little girl they missed." He looked up at he growing impatient but his facial expression was concealing that with a vacant stare. "What are you waiting for, open it."