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Fin nodded, but didn't look at Laurel or Nic as he started a new book.

"... They left," Rosen noted absently.

Long didn't reply.

"I thought of way to get us out of here," Rosen muttered.

Still, Long didn't say anything.

"If i die, they'll assume you killed me... then they'll have to either kill you or send you back without memories of this," Rosen explained in a blank voice.

Still nothing from Long.

"It's very easy to die," Rosen stated in the same tone.

Still nothing.

Rosen slowly rolled over. It took him awhile, but he managed to sit up without using his hands. Then he stood just as slowly and made his way over to the cupboards. He bit the handle and opened the cupboard before looking around through it. He appeared to be serious.

Long didn't stop him, still staring at the ceiling.

Rosen looked around before grabbing a bottle of pills with his teeth. Then he walked slowly over to Long and spit it at Long's head, "Open it," he stated in a cold voice.

Long didn't catch the bottle, letting it hit him and bounce onto the floor. He didn't seem to have even noticed.

Rosen paused, glaring at Long before suddenly slamming him with his head.

Long's jolted a little, reacting naturally. He paused, eyes still blank as he raised a hand and put it to his nose. Then he drew it back, looking at the blood on his finger tips.

Rosen was kneeling on the ground and managed to pick up the bottle with his teeth. He then slowly stood back up and spit it at Long again, "Open it," he stated in a dead voice.