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What belief?

Maja couldn't guess, not after hearing those words. She was too far gone to stay calm.

She took a deep breath. "So how do we communicate with her?"

Right now, communication was the biggest hurdle. Cynthia recoiled from any human contact, going into a state of distress with just

a touch.

And she couldn't hear if they spoke.

The doctor lifted a hand to massage his temple. "We haven't figured that out yet. We'll see if the engineering team can break

through the basement's defenses. Until then, we're being monitored around the clock."

He gestured to their surroundings.

Standing up, Maja scanned the area. "Can't we just cut the power?"

The engineering team shook their heads, clearly frustrated. "We can cut power everywhere on the island, but this circuit is

isolated. The main switch is encased in a solid steel box. We've tried shooting it, explosives, nothing damages it. Plus, it's got

backup from wind, solar, you nit."

Maja's impatience grew.

Meanwhile, Cynthia leaned against the wall, her forehead slick with sweat.

Just knowing there were people around her was overwhelming, covering her in sweat.

A chain was still clamped around her ankle. As she slid off the bed to move around, the clanking of the chain dragged across the

floor, echoing in the room.

Maja sat on the bed, suddenly feeling defeated.

Especially after watching Cynthia navigate to the bathroom with such familiarity, it was clear she knew the basement like the back

one knew how many years she'd been confined. Her

their inspection, and the doctor reviewed

a few minutes of silence, the bathroom door opened, and

her, she could pretend they

Braille? Just a few

doctor begun, "we've attempted that as well. No matter what we present

She—"

"What is it?"

her fingers show

"What do you mean?"

once,

inhaled sharply, feeling a surge

with her traumatic stress disorder,

history of having her

at

two options now. One, the engineering team figure

her mind, being here means she has to live by the rules she's

return for the most part. Two, we find the device that can

behind all

Both options were daunting.

had managed to

could do was to make the basement

using mirrors, they could redirect

quietly wiping his eyes in the

"Beck?"

his voice hoarse. "What do

his mother imprisoned, and the Sanders

a pang of sorrow, fighting

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facility."

it was Patric, with a decade of lan's memories, or Eric himself, they were

of memory, they could

his eyes

send someone

left the basement and felt

Quentin's remains and hurried back to where they had spent