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If there was one takeaway from all of this it was that sleep had a way of sneaking up on people. When all they had before them was the uncertainty and the looming fear, Ellie Duke had assumed the worst: That they would be taken back, punished rather horrifically for their crime of wanting out, and that the world wouldn't care to remember their names or notice they were gone. It was some sort of small miracle or bitter twist of fate that they came upon the abandoned house. At the time Ellie wanted to voice her opinion, how they should keep moving, how it was possible that this place was under watch. But the only thing louder than her silence was the anguish of her feet having been running all day. 

Ellie had little choice but to go with the group decision. While she had so desperately wanted to say something, even just a reassurance, she didn't. She couldn't. The last time she opened her mouth she shattered glass so hard it tore through an adult with a clipboard like he was butter being poked by a hot knife. If anything was likely to give away their position, it was someone who had been turned into some kind of megaphone. 

Without speaking, Ellie claimed one of the empty rooms and sank into the bed. She had no plan on sleeping. The adrenaline was too high, she and everyone were obviously on edge and how could anyone sleep at a time like that? Listening to the increased patterns of her heart pumping its blood, her thoughts turned to her would-be stepfather and how he didn't share in the mourning when Ellie was turned over to the supposed authorities. It only added anger to the emotions that were bubbling under the surface. 

And in spite of her belief, sleep found its way to Ellie's system. That was why she awoke with a start when the banging on the door started. Her last night's thoughts being on her parents had her almost call out for her mom and ask what was for breakfast before the realization that this room, the bed, and the scratchy pillows weren't familiar sank in. Was this going to be her life now? Running with people who didn't know her from Adam? Too afraid of whatever the hell it was to ever speak again? She was too afraid to even hum or whistle for fear of blowing the door off the hinges. 

There was little else to do other than wonder why anyone would choose this for someone. While she didn't exactly know the others, she wasn't going to stay here on her own. For now it was safer with them than without, and that meant dragging her ass down the stairs. Maybe if she closed her eyes and pictured it she would be able to smell pancakes on the griddle.[/center]