The Girl With No Recollection Chapter 4 Using the twine she was given earlier that day, she threw her hair into a bun. "So I can remember how to throw my hair into a comfortable fashion, but I don't remember my own name." She stepped out of the steamy water filled tub and wrapped herself in a towel. "Are you almost finished in there?" Marco knocked on the door from the outside. "Marco? Who are you talking to?" A female voice rang through the door. She sounded older, but not old. Definatly matured, not a teenager. "Oh, I'm just waiting for Dante to finish." High heels echoed through the halls. "Dante?" "Yes ma'am?" She glanced at Dante who was standing in the corner of the bathroom. His eyes were concealed by a blindfold. "Are you alright? Do you need me to come in there?" "No ma'am. I'm just in the tub." His voice was so small, and innocent. He wasn't clutching that little thing with the chain attached to it anymore. A chain was dangeling out from his pocket. "Alright." There was a minuscule pause. "Don't be too long." That was being projected through the door, most likely at Marco. The heels clicked away into a much bigger space, then they faded away. "Hey, hurry up in there. It's almost time for curfew. " "Almost done" She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She fixed her dress and looked at her hair. She leaned over and took Dante's hand in hers. She slid off his blindfold. She walked over to the door and slipped on her flats. She opened the door and Marco was waiting on the opposite side of the corridor with his arms crossed in front of his chest. "Come on. We have to hurry." The light patter of their footfalls and her heavy breathing overpowered any other sound. "Are you okay?" Dante's voice whispered to her. She glanced at Marco. He shot a look at Dante and mouthed the word . She didn't say anything. She looked up and locked up the tears that were about to fall. They arrived at the boys chambers and by then they had all changed into night wear except Marco. He could probably sleep in what he wearing. He was in dark gray slacks, the same material that the dress was made from, and a white shirt. Nothing too fancy, but he wouldn't go out to play soccer in it. It looked like something one would wear to a school. "Here, you can sleep here for tonight." He opened a door in the back of the room that she hadn't noticed the first time she was in the room. This room had no triangular ceiling. The room was shaped like a beige cylinder. There was a queen sized bed off to the side with two dressers on the opposite end of the room. At the exact center of the bedroom was a circular beam of light that cast down from a window on the ceiling. There are extra blankets in the bottom drawer. He gestured to one of them. Then something occurred to her. "Wait... Whos room is this? You all sleep in that room." He didn't say anything at first. "It belonged to Carlo." "Who is Carlo?" "He was our senior. Like a supervisor." The was different. "What happened to him?" He looked up from the bed post he was stroking and at her. "Your tone of voice." "He graduated." She walked up to the bed, and sat next to him. "So this is a school?" "Yeah." "Is graduation bad?" "Depends how you look at it." The subject seemed touchy and uncomfortable for him. "He's your brother?" "Yeah. But not by blood. They don't have siblings here." He stood up and walked toward the door. "Sleep tight. I'll have some one bring you some food some food for breakfast." He closed the door and left her alone.