Who: Nik Peterson and Kylie Kensington What: A new room for the prisoner. Where: A secret location near New Orleans. When: Friday night Ratings: Fairly...PG? I guess.
It had been several weeks now, or had it been months? His sense of time had gone out of the window. It was really hard to actually figure out the full chain of events that had led up to this. The large gaping holes in his memory did nothing to help matters. As much as Scarlett had done to help his brain has been messed with enough that he wasn't sure it would ever fit back together again.
It sort of seemed that this was the popular opinion too. Why else would they be moving him to a secure location or have kept him locked away if it wasn't because they suspected he was still controlled by someone else. Even Caitlin had moved out of the Mansion temporarily and nothing hurt more than that fact alone.
But now he was in this new place...which he really couldn't tell where it was other than not New York. Unless they'd just circled the plane around a whole lot. Which for all he knew was possible. Either way it felt like a lifetime away from the place he had come to accept as home and it felt like he had no hope of going back to that or his beautiful daughter who was suddenly so much bigger.
Dejected he sat on the edge of the bed. His room want quite what he'd call a cell but it was close enough. There was barely anything here except for security features and food. Frankie had explained it was because the place was unused. It wasn't a home like the mansion and didn't owe the same comforts. At least it had a bed and some chairs. Even a separate bathroom.
He heard movement outside and jumped up. Hungry for human contact. It was probably Frankie or Kylie since they were the two that had brought him here, but he wasn't fussy as to which, so long as they talked to him.