Aiden looked up in thought, tapping his index finger on his chin. "Oh right. You're that quiet girl. Not so quiet now though." He looked around the cell and sighed. There was barely anything in it. Instead he struggled to his feet and noticed the state of himself for this first time. He was completely disheveled. His good jeans were ripped along the knees and frayed at the edges, his shirt in the same state. His skin show blotches of dirt and grime and even dried blood. "What the hell happened anyway?" he asked aloud. He wasnt even sure if Juliet would answer.<br/><br/>He looked down to hos feet, which were bare and almost black with dirt. "A shower would be nice..." he groaned. He wondered what became of his parents. His mother had been a lawyer and his father a successful businessman. He was sure that wherever they were, his captivity would certainly enrage them and cause them to jump into action. But he had no idea where they were, how to contact them, or even how long he had been here already. He was sure they had to be out looking for him by now. Aiden turned to Juliet. "We need to get out of here. What is it like outside?"