Knock out medicine wore off Caleb sooner than others, due to his size, so they had to deal with raging man that pulled at straps and even snapped one or two, right hand therefor toppling over tray with some instruments. But moments later, he got injected with more medicine and slipped into blackness nearly instantly, curse slipping from his lips cut in half. He would have permanent reminder of this event, however, the line of 7 in his ID of 270199 extending much further down in jagged line, due to his thrashing around.

Corynn, however, went through all of this much more peacefully, the one time she woke she couldn't resist, even if she wanted to, fear having paralyzed her and before she fell unconscious, single tear rolled down her cheek in a helpless anger, towards herself. She had... she had pulled them into this.

With same sense of guilt, she woke up. And although they had cleaned her memory, part of her mind had resisted the procedure and she vaguely recalled events that had happened after she entered mansion. Mere snippets - pills, nonchalant faces, tablet and pen, Caleb's fist on red haired man's jaw, darkness -, but they were enough to piece something together. And what a horrible picture it was.

Her head was painful and heavy, but she gingerly tried to sit up. Light hurt her eyes, it was far too bright, really. She wasn't bound down, like on that table and she looked down at her wrist. 030288. 03 referred to her birthday, perhaps, but rest she couldn't make out. It was rather fresh, so too much time could not have passed. There was constant murmuring in back of her mind, many voices, man and woman, in different volumes, speaking. But she couldn't make out what they were saying. It was aggrivating.

At this point, she heard voices outside and swung her feet over bed's side. If it had been just any voices, she probably wouldn't have, but that most definitely was Caleb's and his rage voice. Fear gripped her stomach as she shakily hurried out of her room, right to see Smith holding her brother down. The moment he saw her, he calmed for split second, long enough for someone from med personnel sedate him, and then he had no more energy or will to struggle onward.

"Corynn..." Smith let him go and he slumped down to his knees. Young woman rushed to his side and hugged her brother. She was barely holding back tears, but as Smith and one of the white wearing men approached, she hissed at them: "Don't worry, I won't resist, just let me stay with him."

They retreated, some of the voices had grown louder now, she could make out something like "must watch interactions" and "look for result signs", but it made no sense and it was hard... Painful. As if there was no space for her own thoughts in her head. Corynn helped Caleb up, it was so horrible to see him so complying, weak. "If they hurt you," he growled, though. His memory wipe had worked nearly as intended, but the idea of of his sister in danger was enough to set him on berserker fit that they had witnessed not long ago.

"It is good you are willing to cooperate, Miss Moore. It will do you and your brother good. Now, follow me. It is time you ate and met your new family," Smith spoke and Corynn gritted her teeth, but complied, leading Caleb along. "My new family?" she asked and received same information Nixie had, only instead of family members, their friends were informed instead.

"You... have kidnapped us?" she tried to breath evenly, murmurs around her getting louder. Caleb's hand on her shoulder clenched and Smith rubbed hand over his throat uneasily, as if he had felt something there. "It is for greater good, you see," he explained. "Is there any good that outweighs kidnapping people, destroying their lives!? Corynn exclaimed. "You will understand soon enough. The more you cooperate, the easier adapting to your new life it will be. Try to have Mr Moore understand that."

It was hard not to continue arguing, but her mind wheels were hurriedly turning. It was better to cooperate and keep clear head than live in a fog. That cursed murmuring was bad enough, always present, growing louder and quieter, like waves crashing against coast. Only this coast was her own thoughts that they slowly ate into.

At dinner table, she sat down and quietly ate, sometimes nudging Caleb to distract him from thoughts of stabbing someone with fork. Just for giggles, you know, and to see if all this crap was real. If the person bled or he got shot, it was and maybe his swimming thoughts would anchor down... Wait, how did she know that? He had not said anything, wasn't even toying with food in violent way. But Corynn knew, clear as day. Nervously she swallowed and focused on food.

But it didn't help. Blonde guy across was talking in his mind, voice barely leaving his lips, with someone... someone. Who she couldn't gather, but his voice rang clearly in her thoughts. And then another one was brought, clearly sedated, and seated next to Corynn. "Heh, they got you all, too, didn't they..." Caleb said, not directing it to anyone in particular. Could as well have meant it to meat on his plate.

Was there a way to warn these people, try to explain them that they had better chances at surviving and escaping with clear head? Maybe someone was recording each their word. Corynn looked around. Yes, they were definitely watched. But how closely?