Sarah had remained dead silent through almost the whole event, too surprised to event scream. She only gasped when a seemed-to-be tiger appeared in front of the group. Now she was looking at a boy, who looked to be about 18 years old. He looked trustworthy enough to her. After all, he did just save her life.<br/><br/>When the rope was gone, Sarah rubbed her raw wrists. When he asked her who she was, she wasn't quite sure what to say.<span style="font-style: italic">Hi, I'm Sarah! Sorry to bother you. I was just sailing with my dad one day and some hit-men attacked our boat. They kept me prisoner for about two weeks and abused me. Now I don't know where I am or if my father is alive or dead. But I'm fine and dandy!</span>She shook of her head, trying to wave off her sudden anger and sadness.<br/><br/>She watched as the strange boy sniffed at her. She didn't object, but she was curious. He<span style="font-style: italic">[i]growled</span>[/i] at her, and now he was<span style="font-style: italic">sniffing</span>her. "My..My name is Sarah." she said, surprised at how shaky her voice sounded. "What's your name?"