“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I ask as we jog deeper into the warehouse-like room.

“No,” Max says.

“Great,” I say, but under my breath. I don’t know these guys. In fact I am astonished that I’m not a complete wreck, crying in the corner. But I have found something and that is the will to live. I really want to get out of here. Although with that thought comes anxiety. If it is this bad in the airport then what is it like out there? I wonder if my little house is all right. Forget the house… What about my brother?

Not that I can check on him. He emigrated to Australia and now we only contact each other via skype…

“What about computers?” I ask.

Colin looks back with a curious expression.

“Can’t we use the computers to see what’s going on?”

Max shakes his…