“I’m sure you two know each other rather well. You can catch up while I arrange your survival.” When he led me into the room I saw his face and I gasped.

It was just…so…young! He had wavy brown hair and deep blue eyes-

“Can you go and arrange our survivals all ready?” a sarcastic voice sounded behind me and I turned around but my stomach was already plummeting into despair. “I’m getting hungry. No offense but Persephone cannot cook at all.”

He sneered at the voice and his face turned ugly, “You’re just lucky you’re getting anything. Now why don’t you two catch up-”

“Or introduce ourselves. I know it’s hard to believe but most people exchange names and the like before capture.”

“Oh!” He looked like a five year old with a cookie again, “You don’t know each other? Oh how fun! It seems John wasn’t so trusting of his little spies.”

After the guy had left I just stared at the door. “Well? So you’re the other one.”