Elizabeth woke with a headache. The room seemed to tilt as she rose where had been laying. It righted itself as she cast her hazel green eyes around the room. It looked like it was some kind of government interrogation room. With its grey walls, dim lighting, the silver table and matching chairs. She wondered if someone was watching her behind the large mirror that sat on the right wall.  Strange that there was no ventilation or air conditioner.The silence grated on her nerves.  The red head’s brow knitted as she tried to remember how and why she was here.<br/><br/>The last thing she remembers was walking home from the grocery store. After buying a pint chocolate mint ice cream along with few items to make a sundae. It had been a crudity week with her car breaking down on her. To top it off she had been let go from work as administrator assistance due to cuts backs. No she should not have spent the money but she needed a pick me up. Some turned to booze in crisis. Elizabeth turned to sweets mostly ice cream. That’s why she was a little on the chunky side.<br/>A loud clink of the silver handle broke the silence. It sparked a memory of a dark van and figures that she had not seen. Of being manhandled, then nothing. Her ears were assaulted by the noise.  Chatter of voices, doors opening and closing, a beeping that seem to come far down the hall. Then a loud female voice boomed over the sounds and seem to flood the room Elizabeth was in. Milliseconds a leggy blonde walk into the room. Obviously the owner of the voice. Elizabeth had only got part of the conversation. It didn’t make much sense to her.<br/><br/>Elizabeth eyes went wide as she saw a giant that followed the blonde. So dark was his skin she wonder if he never been out of the sun. There was no doubt in her mind that he was a Samoan. He had an intimidating aura about him. The military hair cut that he wore only instill that aura. Both were wearing dark formal suits. The blonde’s show case her legs were as the Samoan’s suit did nothing for him. To Elizabeth mind he actually look uncomfortable in it and it didn’t hang on him right.<br/><br/>Elizabeth watch the third and the last of the party come in as the door swung wider. The man just a few inches shorted then the Samoan. Though he was quite thinner than other man. Elizabeth could just hear her grandma say that man need meat on his bones. The black hat on his head was simple enough. The dark glasses that the man wore Elizabeth would swear he had been born with them on. Just by the way the formed on his face. He wore his suit like he been wearing it all his life and fit him like a glove. Just what had he meant that they were on, she wondered.<br/><br/>Elizabeth narrow her eyes when she heard the blonde say that they never check the door. She was talking to the behemoth of a man like she wasn’t there. They spent back when the leader told them enough. Elizabeth didn’t say anything to the apology. Her eye darted to Ray whom stations himself by the door. Then over to Sara who was leaning on the mirror wall arms crossed.   Then back to Charlie. He was smooth Elizabeth thought. There was something about him that she could put her finger on. She watch he sit on the silver table as he folded his hands on his lap. Then he asked a question she didn’t expect.<br/><br/>“Yes I’m quite happy with my life” Thank you very much she added in her mind. Yeah it had been a part lie at the moment her life sucked. But she knew there were others out there that had it far worst then her. And no she wasn’t going the tell “Men in Black and Woman” she mended that her life at the moment was in the pits “Now if not too much trouble and not upset your schedule. Tell why you all brought me here. By force” She punctuated the by force. The looked over at the mirror. “ Who behind the mirror?” she gave the mirror a friendly finger wave. Knowing that she look a little foolish if in fact no one was behind the mirror. “Oh it  was quite nice of you to put My Belonging in safe for me” adding in a sarcastic tone.