Drip.


    Drip.


    Drip.


    That was all she could hear.


    Drip.


    Drip.


    Drip.


    It was the only thing keeping her sane.


    She didn''t know how long she had been down here. It must have been Months? Years? It didn''t matter; she''d given up hope a long time ago. The only thing that kept her going other than that dripping sound was the memory of her precious daughters.


    Then she heard footsteps.


    He''s coming? No.


    She didn''t look up when he started to speak. "How long are you going to do this?"


    That commanding condescending voice.


    She hated that voice, and she gritted her teeth. "It''s been years. Your little rebellion is getting tedious, especially you going to give me what I want anyways. But if staying here, wasting away doesn''t get me what I want, then this will." He paused. "I finally know where your daughters are Dr. Spencer."


    Dr. Melanie Spencer finally looked up.


    The numbness she felt gave way to fear.