Sarah was confused. When she had walked into the apartment building earlier, she was confident it was the best thing that could happen to her, but now she wasn't so sure. Kidnappers? That wasn't exactly normal, but then what was normal? And what was the cost of the rooms? Ann had just handed her the key. There had to be something wrong with that; nothing is free.
In a habit of speaking to herself, Sarah said, "Speaking of the key," she hadn't been to her room yet, "time to move in." On the second story she turned the key in the lock and was drawn into the room at once. Now all doubts in her mind washed away, leaving Sarah with only one conclusion: this was the best place she could be. If this was a good conclusion she was not sure, but it was the only one that she could reach.
Just inside the door was a sitting room, and a small tidy kitchen branched off to the side. If one went through the kitchen they would see a lavish bedroom and bathroom. Unbelievingly, Sarah set her backpack on the bed and sat beside it. She was drawn out of her shock by the sound of someone crying near by.
She exited her room and saw a girl sitting in the door of room eighteen, the room next to hers, and crying.
"Are you okay?" Sarah asked.
