After probably a moment or two too long of staring at the painting, Jade continued on her search for a room. The rest of the team had already laid claim to most of them. It left her with only a choice of a few rooms, but she didn't mind. Each was just as exquisite as the next and she felt a little bit like royalty. She found a simple room with a green floral job on the walls and pale wooden furniture. It kind of reminded her of the puke green walls and white plastic chairs at her apartment in Boston. Home sweet home.

She tossed the bag on the bed and turned back around. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her long, black hair was a tangled mess and covered parts of her face. Then there was the tears in her favorite brown leather jacket that covered a slightly dirty blue top. There was some caked on dirty on her white jeans. Well, that's what they get when they pull a girl straight out of the field and on to a plane the next second. She shrugged at her tattered look and headed down the hall. She stopped at the top of the staircase.

She saw one of the others staring at one of the PRIVATE doors. She knew what he was thinking because she had been thinking the same thing. What was behind the big secret doors? What weren't they supposed to see? She figured they'd reveal it all in time. It seemed they were taking it step by step. First the team, then the island, now maybe their hosts and why they're here. Baby steps, Jade.

After the man continued on to the dining room, she willed herself to move and follow him downstairs. Halfway down the staircase she was hit with a plethora of delicious smells. Dinner was well underway and she was licking her lips at the thought of a decent home cooked meal. Her healthy rations of beans, bread, and canned corn was only so appetizing for about a week. Then, it gets old real fast.

Jade actually caught herself running down the rest of the stairs and had to catch herself at the bottom. She straightened out and tried to act civil. With whatever grace she could still muster, she marched into the dining room. It was as beautifully decorated as the rest of the mansion and just as empty. Aside from the rest of the team members that had already arrived, there was no staff or personnel in the room. In fact, aside from Franklin, the mansion seemed to be abandoned. Renovated and then left for just them?

She sat down at the far end of the table. The grace she managed to must went right out the window. She slouched back in the lavish seat and threw her feet up on the table. The dust scattered off her boots and covered the white table cloth. She didn't really realize it. She was more interested in another family portrait that hung over the fireplace. It was the same family she was looking at earlier,. but they looked a few years younger and the girl wasn't in the painting. She shrugged and picked up the cup. Glad to see it at least had some water for them, she took a drink and peered at the other men as she tried to listen to their conversation.