"You know where your room is..." he says softly, looking down at his plate. "Gerret! We're finished." he yells toward the kitchen. "Be downstairs at 5:30 in the morning..." he sighs, then he left the room as the kitchen staff began cleaning the mess.

Melissa went to her room and curled up on her bed, crying. She cried and cried, nonstop.

He lets himself into her room around midnight, "Melissa, are you ok?" he asks her softly.

She was still crying. "I-I hate it...I...hate being an experiment..."

He curls next to her, giving a hug. "Trust me, there's not much of a difference..."