Ally didn't appreciate the name-calling, nor did she appreciate being called out for being "non-violent", but it didn't matter.  She was a lot more worried about not having her old life back.  What was she going to do if she couldn't return home to her father and brother?  What would they do?  How would her father react to his first born being missing?  The more Ally thought about it, the more she wished she could stop.

She tried to shift her mind to Russo's other words.  He mentioned her not having supposed to be in the same area as Marcus and Kurt.  [i]Where was I supposed to be?[/i] she questioned in her mind.  If she hadn't been in the same arena with the others, would she have lived?  Would she get a duplicate situation like Percy and the convict?  Her mind drifted on the convict who was killed, and she had to look away from the other two she stood with in the elevator.  Although she knew there wasn't much of a choice, she wished the fat convict hadn't died.  She didn't care as much for Percy, but was secretly relieved that he wasn't dead.

Ally stood quietly in the elevator with the others.  Even though just a few minutes ago she had a million questions, her mind was now occupied with thoughts of home and wishes the convict hadn't died such a painful death.

"I guess my only question is how long you've been here," Ally asked the others, her voice cracking a bit from the emotion stemming from her thoughts.  She doubted they knew how long she was there, so she was going to assume she was either brought around the same time or after they were brought in.