What the hell? I was old enough to take care of myself - I didn't need a guardian!

I crawled over to my breakfast and ate sullenly. Mother's death had meant nothing; I was still being imprisoned! It was too soon to kill off the Team Leader, or whoever would be next in line to keep me locked up - I was afraid of the necklace's wrath, and besides, it would be incredibly suspicious. 

I needed Vivian - and perhaps a television. Something to occupy myself while I remained imprisoned! For some reason, I doubted Vivian would simply consent to release me, so I was going to have to return the necklace to her. I didn't want it to linger in my cell and bother me. I was going insane from the sheer boredom and isolation more than quickly enough without its help!

I laid flat on my back, limbs outstretched, and sighed. Why wouldn't anyone just let me go?