If it were any other situation, Christian would have laughed at the comment made by the small French girl. This wasn’t the case, and instead, the words were met with a small frown. He opened his mouth to protest, but decided not to say anything. His expression turned back to surprise and he shook his head again in disbelief at the sight of the boy vanishing into thin air. 

[color=00a651][i]If she didn’t know what was going on, then chances are none of the kids were supposed to be here.  Wait…[/i][/color]

Kidnapped. The girl had said kidnapped in her sarcastic comment. No longer was Christian worrying about the vanishing kid. That was now the least of his worries. Panic started to slowly set in, but Christian tried his best not to show it. Her questions about the crash, the exit, and his phone had now just begun to register in his mind. 

Christian turned around and stared at the sign he had seen walking out of his room. There were different locations on it, but nothing mentioned any kind of exit. He turned again and stared down one end of the hallway, and then the other. There were obvious corridors that merged with the hallway they were in, but there were no signs hanging from the ceiling that displayed a green “exit” like most buildings. His eyes wandered to the kids on the other side of the hall that had decided to disperse, and he immediately turned in the opposite direction and started to walk in the direction of the pool. Maybe it would be an outdoor pool, and with it, a way out. 

[color=00a651]“The crash I was in before I woke up in this place,”[/color] he mumbled as he slowly shuffled his way away from the dispersing crowd. He wasn’t sure if the French girl was going to follow him, but he was going to answer her questions, regardless. It would keep his mind off the fact that he was being kidnapped, and it would keep the panic attack from setting in. [color=00a651]“I was driving home. Down a dark street. No lights. A car hit me,” he instinctively put his hand back on his ribs, “and I heard footsteps before passing out. The next thing I knew. I was here.” [/color]

Christian scoffed at himself. If this was his way to keep his mind off of the kidnapping, he was doing a shitty job of it. He stopped at the intersection and faced the long corridor that supposedly led to the pool. He saw a pair of large doors, and his optimism kicked in. He turned his head back to the girl and reached into his pocket. 

Nothing. There was no phone. Christian frowned and reached into his other pocket; nothing as well. The boy groaned. 

[color=00a651]“No. No phone. But I think the pool might have a way out. This looks like it’d be too nice of a place to have a pool indoors. Maybe there’s a way out over there.”[/color]