She kept glaring at the man, but she winced when he started yelling. She had to use her other hand to rub her temples as her headache got worse. "Stop..." she groaned, recoiling slightly at the loud thumping of the staff. Slowly Isa sank back to the ground, hugging her head. As much as she wanted to confront this crazy old man, the throbbing in her head was a massive distraction.<br/><br/>Suddenly, they were back in the dark yet again. Isa let out a sigh, still rubbing her head. "Well, at least we ate before this happened..." she muttered, leaning back against the dirt wall. The feeling of multiple tiny legs on her bare collarbone made her whole body tighten, and she let out a shriek, grabbing the bug off her and chucking it against the wall. It merely skittered off, while Isa sat there shuddering. "I hate it here! Why on earth does this crazy man think we're going to become his slaves?"