Pain...Excruciating, mind numbing pain. Throat closing up, can't breath. Scientist staring...HELP ME!! Making notes...They don't care, they won't help...Why? What's going on? I can't see! Black spots, blood...blood, blood, bloo- * * * Anita was in her room panicking and desperately trying to get herself together. Her father had already called for her to come make an announcement at the studio, and if she didn't get down there quickly, he would know that something was up. But how in the hell could she be calm at a time like this? After everything that had just... A sob sputtered out of Anita's throat and she collapsed onto her bed. She still couldn't believe it. Her dad...Those scientists...They had killed a little girl. A girl with hopes and dreams. A girl who was frightened and just wanted some help! Anita wondered what the kid's parents were thinking now. Did they even have an inkling of what had happened to their daughter? Were they always going to wonder where there daughter went? Did they think she just ran away? And what was Anita to do? Her father wanted her to make a PSA about the recent events. He wanted her to say that people experiencing salt water cravings, could come to the FYM buildings if they needed help. Anita knew that if anyone showed up, they would be captured and probably suffer the same fate as the little girl, Ana. But she couldn't not give the announcement. If she did her dad would start to wonder and he would eventually catch on. He would ask her why she was carrying so much aloe lotion lately. And why she kept a tinted bottle of water with her constantly. He'd ask what was in it, and he'd see that the water was cloudy and he'd figure it all out. Her phone rang and Anita jolted out of her distressed stupor and grabbed it. "H-Hello?" She gasped into it and her a deep sigh on the other end. "Anita, honey, we're waiting. Do you need help?" Her father asked, and Anita knew that he was probably smiling to whoeevr was around him and giving a 'well what can ya do?' shrug, but really, he was annoyed and exasperated. "Yes! I mean no! I'm coming, I just--My pantyhose had a run and I couldn't come down there looking like that!" Anita laughed, hoping that the sound was too forced. "Alright." Her father said, and just before he hung up, Anita could hear him in the background saying, "Girl problems, you know?" Pulling on her jacket, Anita took a few moments to gather herself and then headed down to the studio. When she arrived, the prep team assaulted her with make up and she was almost tossed in front of the camera afterwards. The cameraman gestured at a poster behind him, and when she was given her cue, Anita began to read, "Goodmorning, citizens of The Chosen Land! This is Anita Bishop-Reid, and I am reporting to ease concerns and worries about the recent cravings that some of you have been experiencing. There are some of you out there who may be feeling the following symptoms, itchy skin, dry mouth, itchy or red eyes, and an extreme craving for salt. We here at FY..."Anita paused and swallowed. She hoped that someone was paying attention, because in all her years of being a PR, she had never once faltered, for fear of being reprimanded by her father. It wasn't a big thing, but that was all she could do to warn others. "FYM, know this, and want to help. If you're experiencing these symptoms, please call us at 204 103 8934 or come to one of our customer service buildings. Trust us, we can help." When she finished the report, she tried to make a bee line back to her room in the building, but her father stopped her. "You feeling alright, hun? You've never messed up like that before." He was staring at her, his eyes narrowed not quite suspiciously, but on the edge of suspicion. "I just...I bit my tongue." She blurted out, unable to think of anything better to say. Her father stared at her for awhile longer, before stepping aside to let her go.