Rain was still pouring heavily, drumming a ratatata sound outside. The cold and strong winds caused the trees to dance. It seemed it didn't show any stopping, any time soon. Though for the four individuals who were caught inside an underground basement, an awkward silence filled the room. Only the drop of a leakage from the corner could be heard.
"Ah. right, that's a good question." Malaya answered Iris' inquiry.
She sat on the edge of the bed and was nearly startled when it creaked. For a brief moment, Malaya worried that it might rouse Dorris from her sleep.
"So, what's the game plan now?" " Iris inquired once again. She put her hands in her pockets and glanced at Maya, who couldn't take her gaze away from the sleeping Dorris,
"Um…"
"Um. What?" Iris became agitated as she lifted her right brow in response to Malaya's evasive responses. "Are you the sort that enjoys plotting?"
