<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1.gossipcenter.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/story_header/photos/natalie-portman-topless-ad-dior.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Natalie Brewster<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>acquitted of first degree murder by  reason of insanity, residing now at Gravehaven Mental Institute<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Library, outside making her way towards Brazil, dragging Sam with her and spotting Tim!<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sam Washington, calling out to the others escaping the window.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Natalie looked positively torn with indecision. She had grown up having all of her life choices taken from her by a determined mother who had high expectations of her only daughter becoming the toast of the ballet world, and as such she was incapable of making decision. Her eyes shifted from Sam over to a young girl with rainbow colored hair. She was shivering, standing in the chill of the winter night without a shirt making Natalie feel very guilty for having two layers of protective clothing on. Each layer, consisting of a stylish sweater and a warm wool coat, both conservative in its fashion, grew heavy under the guilt that plagued her mind until she simply could not stand it a moment longer.<strong>”That poor girl needs to be kept warm”</strong>Natalie commented, looking toward Sam with her honey brown eyes filled with compassion.<br/><br/><br/><strong>”My driver is here…look he still  has the van running”</strong>Natalie remarked as a kernel of an idea began to form in her mind. Slim fingers tugged at the belt that cinched around her slim waste.<strong>”Maybe we can gain their attention? We should try to coax them over. That poor girl needs my coat…we can pile as many in the van as possible to keep them warm until help arrives.”</strong>Looking around with a confused expression the young and troubled dancer turned back towards her hero and looked upon him with bewilderment.<strong>”There’s no sirens”</strong>she remarked with a voice that seemed to shiver in the cold night air.<strong>”I don’t think help is coming!”</strong>her voice grew more panicked as her body began to shiver uncontrollably. Indecision clogged her mind, making it impossible to think clearly. Natalie felt powerless, wanting to help but not knowing how, she moved closer to Sam, seeking his strength as she looked back towards the escaping strangers. Raising  her hands above her head Natalie began to wave wildly, hoping to gain their attention as she tried to project her voice loud enough for them to hear her.<strong>” HEY! OVER HERE!”</strong>