Emily was scared when she saw her hostess show back up... but she was just unstrapped from the table and helped  to stand up. She was so weak, she didn't stand a chance of fighting back. All she could do was hold tightly to the woman and hobble her way awkwardly, hopping, back to her cell... she knew she would never be able to run away like this and felt horribly, horribly helpless.. when she was told she could always ask for help, she realized she was going to have to! When she heard she might be let go if she were good, she felt a little sting of hope.. maybe it would be possible.. maybe she could get home again... maybe she wouldn't die on this island..<br/><br/>Back in her cell once again, sitting on her bunk, she saw the new girl across from her in the other cell. She was beautiful, and was draped helpless across the bed there.. Emily felt horrible for her. The poor thing was likely already lost like her and Harmony were... like that Amber person was, if she even existed. She looked from the girl to her stub on her leg before sighing and curling up on her bed, crying herself to sleep as  buzzing and moaning sounds begin to come from somewhere.