The smell of vomit is acidic and makes Fritz’s nose curl in distaste. Pushing himself fully off the ground and into a sitting position; there was no point in pretending anymore if everyone else was awake so now he took the time to scan the area more fully. He was correct in his assumption that there were five other people besides himself; they were spread out across the room, all in various states of alarm, but the young women who vomited is who took most of Fritz’s attention.

	Vomiting was a rather common symptom of severe anxiety, was Fritz’s first thought; his second, third, and fourth were a list of other symptoms and causes of anxiety before coming back to the issue at hand. As the reality of the situation set in, largely due to the other captives reaction, Fritz could begin to feel a subtle, but rapidly growing crawling sensation eating away at him under his skin; followed by an increase of heart beats per second and an undeniable urge to move.

	Following that urge Fritz stood up stiffly before moving to the nearest wall, inspecting it with both his hands and eyes as he searched for anything that could be useful. What did he expect to find? He wasn’t really sure, but it was a distraction; a distraction that allowed him to listen to the all seeing voice without shutting down completely.

	“And what if we refuse? What will you do?” Fritz asks as he searches for something unknown.