Sprig was absent. I had no doubt he was probably being tested upon. I needed to act now, to get into the protected room. Whatever was behind those doors was my prize. Either I got the information I needed soon, or we needed to escape. On both counts, Kate was my only hope. Hours went by and still Sprig did not return. It didn’t help my nerves, but soon I fell back on the bed with exhaustion. The endless roundabout thoughts in my head drew my lids closed. I needed a break. Just for a moment…     “Zoey!”  A man’s voice bellowed my name so full of fear and agony it sent a chill down my spine. Bolting up, my lids popped open, my lungs gasping for air. The sound of the doorknob twisting jerked my head quickly to the door. Someone was coming in. I fell back down, slamming my eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. My heart pounded from the strange dream, mostly lost to me now, except for the way my name rang in my head.
