<span style="font-family: times new roman;">Subject number 2845 slipped his lean body out of the bed. He turned around and gazed at his mate. A slender girl of eighteen years, just a month older than him. Her golden hair splayed out across her pillow. He would miss her. Gently he pulled up their shared blanket and tucked her in firmly. She was the best mate he could have asked for. They would come back for her and the others later. Soon.<br/><br/>The boy's soft gaze, turned steely. She was a heavy sleeper, so he knew as a fact she would not awaken any time soon. Turning on his heel before he did something rash, he forced himself to walk towards the only door. Both an entrance and exit to and from their small dorm. Leading to the large, main hallway. <br/><br/>The hallway was lined with doors on either side. All doors to the various other subjects' dorms. 2845 waited by his door patiently. She could not open it from the inside. The scientists controlled the doors electronically and with their key cards. Absently, he ran his right thumb over the subject number tattooed on the alabaster skin of his left wrist. When the mechanical door slid open without a sound, she looked up at the man now standing before her. <span style="color: #0000FF">"Professor. . . You came."</span> He whispered hoarsely. <br/><br/>The scientist forced a wry smile on his lips. His heart aching for him and all of the children held captive in this sterile dome. <span style="color: #404000">"Of course."</span> He told him quietly. Nodding his head once, the boy quickly stepped out into the hallway. Hesitant because in all of his years, he had never been allowed out of his dorm at night. None of the children had ever been. The door slid shut. <span style="color: #404000">"Hurry now."</span> He rushed the teenager down the hallway. <br/><br/>They had one more stop to make. Gather one other. A girl. The professor wished severely that he could save them all, but at the moment, he could only manage a mere two children. <br/><br/>Coming to another door further down the impossibly long hallway, the older man stopped and so did the boy. 2845 looked from him to the door in slight confusion. He did not know the professor was saving anybody else. The professor swiped his key and the door slid open smoothly. The girl should be ready and waiting for him just as he was.</span>