After that day, things began to change for Mollie in Building E. For starters, Dee began to forget to hand Mollie the handcuffs before they left the room. She wasn't sure either whether she meant to forget, or whether it was a sign of trust between them.
She didn't see the point in trying to escape. She'd already given in to the fact that she was better of there. Though she couldn't come to terms with her having a power herself.
To Dee, this was a major confusion. She had never met somebody apparently who had took so long to find out there talent.
"I was five when I found mine." She had told Mollie, one day.
Mollie was also beginning to understand the layout of the first floor. From what she understood, it was like a massive reception area where recent people stayed. At that moment in time though, Mollie was the only one who had been brought in.
There were also rooms with rusty machinery stored in, which Dee told her were the rooms they showed to people who were questioning the building.
As the days passed, Mollie had a weird feeling that she was being watched whenever she left the room with Dee. But everytime she turned around, she found no one was there. However, three days after she had checked in, she figured out who it was.
Dee had come to take her to the kitchen area. It was only down the hall from her room, and Mollie was chatting to Dee about the types of powers she could possible have.
"Maybe you can turn invisible or something. Very rare one that, and from what I understand it's hard to figure out you've got it. Try it go on." Dee said, as she locked the door to Mollie's bedroom.
"I don't know how." Mollie said, laughing. She felt silly, but she closed her eyes anyway. And that's when she felt it. Someone was watching her. She opened her eyes and looked around just in time to see a pair of eyes disappear behind the corner.
"Who's that?" She asked, narrowing her eyes. Dee looked past her, and shrugged.
"I don't know. What did you see?" She asked looking puzzled.
Mollie shook it off, and followed Dee down the hall. Suddenly, a young boy around seven poked his head around the corner again. When he saw that they could see him he moved back out of view.
"Hey!" Dee shouted, running after him. Mollie followed closely, and when she turned the corner, she saw that Dee had a rough hold of the young boy.
"Gerrof!" He shouted, his face going red.
"What are you doing down here?" Dee shouted, angrily. "You know your carer won't be happy."
"Don't care!" He spat. Mollie looked from one to the other in shock.
This was the third person she had seen since she had been here. Other than Dee and Toby she hadn't met another person face to face yet, and she was in shock. Even though she had believed Dee about all the people upstairs, it had been hard to imagine them. And now here one was in the flesh.
"Come on, I'm taking you straight up." Dee told him, then she glanced up at Mollie. "Oh.. hmm. Right, you're staying with me till I go back up stairs. You're in real trouble."
He shook her off, then pushed his bottom lip out.
"I just wanted to see the new person." he muttered, his little hands clenched into tiny fists.
"What's your name?" Mollie asked. The boy looked up at her, but didn't answer her.
"He's called Simon." Dee asked, leading him back up to the kitchen. "He's a right pain-"
"Am not!" he interrupted, angrily.
Mollie smiled. Simon was a very cute little boy. He had shocking black hair, that fell to his jaw bone, and large blue eyes. He was tiny as well, only reaching Mollies hips.
They reached the kitchen, and Mollie got to work on cooking herself something. Since she had checked in, Dee had allowed her to make her own food there. She offered Simon something, but he stared at her blankly.
"I don't think he likes me." She whispered to Dee, so he couldn't hear.
Dee shrugged her shoulders. "Don't worry about that. He's a strange kid."
Once Mollie had cooked herself a small omelette, she sat down opposite Simon. She didn't know what to say. It was clear he didn't want to talk to her, but she found him so interesting. She wanted to know all about him.
"How did you get down here?" Dee asked him, sitting down next to Mollie.
He grunted something, and Dee had to ask him to repeat it.
"I've been following you down." He said quietly. Dee narrowed her eyes.
"Why?" She asked, rather coldly. Mollie was actually shocked. She had never seen her be so horrible, she thought she was a lot kinder than that. She was over reacting a little bit to much.
"Come on, Dee. Give the kid a break." Mollie said, smiling at her.
"You think I'm being horrible don't you." Dee said, turning to her. "But you don't understand." She turned back to simon. "Go on, why have you been following me down here?"
"I ... You're going to think I'm silly." He said. His bottom lip was pushed out once again, and he was seriously pulling on Mollie's heartstrings.
"Go on." Mollie pushed, softly. He looked up at her.
"I wanted to see the new person for myself, so I knew I wasn't the newbie any more." He said, his cheeks blushing. Mollie noticed Dee's expression softening.
"Why didn't you ask me?" She asked, a lot kinder this time. "I bet Sally-Anne is worried sick looking for you. And you know it's dangerous to go wondering around places you shouldn't be at. You've been here long enough now."
Mollie realised Simon was someone else who had been brought here from the outside. She wondered who Sally-Anne was. His mother?
"No, she's my career." Simon said, causing Mollie to jump. Had he just read her mind? Wait, had he just spoke to her? Dee looked to Mollie, then back to Simon confused.
"Ahh, you thought Sally-Anne was his mother." Dee said, finally. "No, Sally's the women who looks after the young children who come here. Simon was brought here seven months ago."
Simon looked away. Mollie wanted to go over and give him a big hug. He had been in the same situation she was in. She felt so sorry for him.
"Don't." He said. "I don't mind it here now. It's just ... the other kids at Sally's call me newbie all the time, and I've been her ages now. They said ... They said if I came down here and got proof that there was someone else, they wouldn't call it me any more."
Mollie smiled. She reached up, and pulled the clip from her hair. It had been a birthday present from Trevor, who had had her name engraved on it. It was beautiful, but that was her past now. It was time to pass it on to somebody who needed it more.
"Here you go. Take that to them." She said, handing it over. His mouth fell.
"For real?" He asked, grinning. "Thank you. I didn't think it would be so easy!"
"You're lucky Mollie isn't a meanie like some people aren't you." Dee said, grinning herself. She seemed to be a lot less annoyed at him now after he had explained himself. "Not many people like being watched, you know."
"I'm sorry." Simon said to Mollie. She shrugged it off.
Don't worry about it, she thought in her head. He smiled at her again.
After she had ate, they walked back to her room. Dee said goodbye, but before she locked the door, Simon popped his head back in.
"Do you mind if I visit you when Dee does?" He asked, biting his bottom lip.
Mollie nodded, quickly. "Of course." She said to him. "Anytime."
He went red again, then left the room.