"I hope they'll be okay too. I really like them. They'll be okay. They can't me mad at each other forever.... I don't think." I placed my hands in my lap as Sam began pushing me down the hall. I sat comfortably as we wandered through the halls. The bright white of the place was beginning to give me a small headache, so I was ready to get back to my room. "I don't know where to go either. This entire place is a maze." I yawned, covering my mouth with my hand. "How're you doing back there. Are you okay?" I asked Sam, looking over my shoulder at him. His face was focused and full of thought. It felt like our little band of survivors was falling apart.