Andre got out of the car hurriedly, just wanting to leave the cramped space. He breathed in the night air trying to relax, his nerves were on edge for seemingly no reason. He followed the big guy behind Vivianne and took out his phone. He tapped in the password and was faced with his wallpaper, a picture of him and his friends at a party. The first party he had attended during college. His thumb navigated to the contacts list and hovered. His eyes ran across all the names. His friends, his girlfriend, his family, all listed in alphabetical order. His breathing stopped, it finally hit him. He wasn't human anymore, he'd never see anybody he had known again, he'd never be normal, he'd have to live a lie. The thoughts came forth relentlessly as his feet shuffled forward, following his guardian. Andre pulled up a menu and scrolled to the bottom. "Delete Contacts" showed in deep black letters and with a burst of will, he pressed the button. A mocking message popped up, "Are you sure?" His thumb froze for a second before it slammed down on the button and dismissed the pop-up, along with all of his friends and family.<br/><br/>He felt sad afterward. Moreso, he felt alone. He didn't have anybody to trust. How could he be sure Vivianne had even given her real name? Who were the other four. His mind was plagued with negative thoughts as his feet shuffled onward. A voice rang out, "Come inside, I've got your box waiting right up here." His nerves shook once more. How did he know we were here? Was he expecting us? What's in the box? His sad demeanor was replaced with one of worry and nervousness. His phone was dropped in his pocket and his motions became more jerky. He looked back, over the emo girl, at the dancing guy. How could he be so happy? Anger rose from his stomoch and the growling in his ears rose along in with it. He scowled at him before turning around and following the big guy and Vivianne into the warehouse office.<br/><br/>He stepped to the side so he could see the man. He didn't look all that threatening, but then again the woman who had turned him didn't look threatening either. His eyes darted around the room, seeing assailants in the shadows. The man spoke, "So you're the group they sent to collect this, huh?" Andre's eyes moved to the man as his body seemed to relax. Not wanting to be impolite he spoke, "Umm. Yes we are."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>