It took a while, several wrong keys and dropping them later and finally the handle turned all the way to the delight of Gren207. Who was stunned in the doorway as soon as she opened it. She'd never expected people in the room to multiply overnight. After a few seconds however, she smiled, knocked on her head and said, "I must've entered the wrong room, teehee." And then she stepped out and closed the door behind her.

Outside, all of them could hear her fumbling the keys to the room next door. Finally Thirteen made a move, peaking out the door and looped her tail around Gren207's neck. 'Oh, it was the right one.' She thought as her body was dragged in.

"Ok you tell me what you were thinking trying to lock me in or I'll cut you until I feel satisfied..." Thirteen threatened in a low voice, trying to make herself as imposing as possible.

Watching her do that, Zhao Wei felt as if he was watching a cute little critter with a knife, no matter how imposing she tried to make herself, he just couldn't take her seriously. It was followed by the thought that she was planning to cut a regenerating organism, he wanted to say 'Don't you think you'd be bored first before you get satisfied?'

Of course he didn't vocalize any of these thoughts as he didn't want the murderous intent to turn towards him. Despite how cute she may look, that knife was still pretty sharp. "So..r.ry.. I Di..d..n't Wa..aghk!.. Ant.. An..y..on... ne. T..t..to... W..alk... Huk! I..n.. He..re ..By... Acc..ci... de..ent... An..d Be... Sho..cked.. By...T..the.. S.s..Si..ght.... O..f Y..ou."

"You mean like just now?" Grendolyn asked as she looked at the scene unfolding in front of her with amus.e.m.e.nt.

The tail which was still tightening harder around her neck stopped any words she wanted to say so she decided to just raise her thumb. Finally after sometime, she finally released Gren207 Who started coughing and inhaling a large intake of air back into her lungs.

"I was just making sure that no one found you and started spreading the rumors about, the precursors would find you within the hour if that happened." She laid on the floor exhausted.

For someone who stayed here a day, Zhao Wei was acceptably confused about how everything worked around here, especially with the idea of a population of a single person fighting themselves over who knows what really.

Finally Gren207 stood up and faced Grendolyn, "So you're the creator huh?"

"You can tell?" Grendolyn wondered.

"Well, you look, how do I say this... too.." She looked for the word at the tip of her tongue.

"Similar?" The mini version replied.

"No, the opposite in fact. Most Gren units after the first ten don't have their own special characteristics, while I've seen the ten, I've never seen you." She got all up into Grendolyn's face, scrutinizing her features close up.

"That's a nice breath you've got there..." Grendolyn joked nervously.

"Haha, funny... we don't eat."

"Right..." Grendolyn looked to Zhao Wei for help.

"So here's the deal, we'd like to take her outside." Zhao Wei cut in.

Gren207 wasn't sure what to make of the information. "And you're telling me this information why?"

"Well like it or not, we're being pursued by the guys, ahm! gals you call the precursors. And I think with someone who knows their way, it'll be easier to get out of here." Zhao Wei replied.

"Okay... sure. But I'd like to know why you want to go outside." Gren207 smirked.

"That's because..."Zhao Wei wanted to reply.

"I don't wan to hear it from you.." The clone interrupted, "No, I want to hear it from her."

She pointed directly at her creator who at this moment could only look like deer in headlights. The air felt heavy all of a sudden as Grendolyn dodged eye contact, looking down at the concrete floor, hands gripping tightly on the edge of the bed.

"Suit yourself." Gren207 wanted to walk out.

"Wait!" Grendolyn shouted, stopping Gren207 in her tracks, with a heavy breath she said, "I'm dying."

Zhao Wei had heard the words before, but somehow it sounded a little different when she said it to Gren207. It didn't have the same nonchalance she showed when she told him how she wanted to live her last days, there was a palpable shame in her voice.