Apparently, my guards' contract was up, and I was more or less unprotected from the outside world. I found that I didn't really care much. Slowly, I made my way back to my room; it was high time I start wearing my own clothing. Unfortunately, I would have to resist the urge to pry the box off of my ankle - I would probably be locked away again if I did something like that. I scowled; the sooner I became 21 and gained my own freedom, the better.

I changed into a dark skirt and tanktop and put a few dark anklets on my bare ankle to make the stupid box stand out a bit less. There was really nothing much to do around here, so I decided to return to the living room and watch some TV; who knew how much the world had changed since I had fallen into my coma?

When I arrived in the living room, I curled up on the couch and navigated to the first news channel I could find.