Emily can barely follow the chaos as she sees the hostess opening the new girl's cell and getting knocked to the ground, the new girl flying out and then getting locked in.. before she knows it, she's being dragged roughly from her cell, her feet kicking against the floor in protest as she thrown to the ground between the metal tables. She only made a small move before there was a gleaming, sharp scalpel being pointed at her gut, and she couldn't even breathe in pure panic as the ultimatum was put to the new girl..<br/><br/>And Emily felt a flash of anger, that she'd survived all of this and might die here because this other girl couldn't think out her escape, couldn't be smart and survive until a chance appeared.. She breathes for the first time as the girl moves to lie down on the table and the scalpel is put away, tears pouring down her face once again as she realizes how close she came to a horrible death..<br/><br/>As she is dragged back to her cell, too scared and shocked to even react, the hostess whispers that she's sorry and that she still can go home if she just behaves.. Confused, unsure of what to believe, she limps back into her cell, still unused to her new foot, and begins picking at her food, knowing she had to keep her strength up, scared of watching what happens to Jennifer.. not wanting to see the beautiful girl lose her arm.