How long she had been here, she didn't know. They kept her in a room by herself, and she felt she was slowly going crazy. She wanted to get out, get out and soon. She was tempted to use her gift to kill the people that were keeping her in here, but she was not the type to kill people even if they were doing horrible things to her. When the door opened, she looked up at the male that  was in front of her. She knew he was like her when she saw him. how she knew that  she didn't have any idea. A hunch really. Her shocking red hair stood out with the white blanket. Her green eyes seemed dull and lifeless, seeming as if she had no hope in her heart.<br/>"What are you doing here? If they see us together...it will be bad for sure. They think of me as a ticking time bomb."<br/>Somehow, she didn't know of the escape plan. Probably because she had been kept away from the others. Unlike them, she had given herself a name. Instead of the subject number, she always thought of herself as Helen. This place was like a hell. It seemed suitable. She spent a lot of time writing, wondering about the others. Wishing she could talk to them. But they knew, when she was near others it was bad. So they made sure that wouldn't happen. But, it seemed her time of being alone was over.