Isaac let out an annoyed groan and said in a cold tone,

“Isaac, Isaac Gainsborough. Where are we anyway?”

Isaac examined the room once more, looking for anything that looked even remotely like a way out, still, nothing.

The girl giggled and said,

“Isaac, thats a nice name. Mines Linda, Linda Bellus! Oh, ans don’t look for a way out, trust me, there’s not one until they decide there to be one.”

“They?”

“Yep,” the happy girl responded, “They.”

“Who are they??”

“Well, I’m not quiet sure, but I think they know themselves as The Seven, and from what I can tell, they are quite interested in our people.”

Isaac momentarily stopped his search and said angrily to the girl,

“Do not speak of me in relation to that vile “race”!”

The girl was taken back by this, and Isaac began to search again, his hand running up and down the black marble walls. The young girl sat for a moment and after a few moments of silence said in a peaceful tone,

“Sorry Isaac. I didn’t know you would react like that…”