[center][h3][color=f7976a]Harley Whitfield[/color][/h3]
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I smile at Will's first response.  Good, he doesn't think I'm some sort of paranoid lunatic.  Still, I can't shake that nagging feeling in the back of my mind.

His second reply, though, doesn't bring me much confidence.  I don't blame him really.  None of us know the true reason we were brought here, or by who or what.  It could just be the simple fact we just...showed up here.  

[color=f7976a]"Umm...never mind."[/color]  I shake my head dismissing the question, biting at my lower lip a tad and averting my attention towards the sky.  Perhaps soon enough the labyrinth and what may lurk here will answer it.  For now on, my focus is just on getting out of here...alive.

[color=f7976a]"I wonder how the others are doing."[/color]  I whisper.