Drake grunted as he landed on the ground, sandwiched between Raina and the floor. He sat up and came off the floor, pulling Raina up with him. He clutched her arms tightly. Perhaps too tightly.

He began dragging her with one arm across the floor of the basement. He wouldn't let go of her through her struggles. Finally they stopped. He reached up and tugged a long cord above them, and instantly there was light.

Drake looked down at Raina. She looked really frightened. He pulled ear buds from his ears, explaining why he hadn't heard her in the basement or hear her call his name. He released her. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I didn't know you'd be awake so soon," he explained.

"I was upstairs, making food," he gestured to the table in front of the couch, where a tray of food sat. A butter knife and fork explained the metal on metal sound. "I didn't want to turn the light on and bother you," he said. Hazel eyes watched her. "What were you doing anyway?" he asked, suspicious.