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question.
    “Where are you going?”
    He stared at me like I was stupid. “I’m going to class.”
    With that, he quickly left before I could open my mouth again, closing the door behind him.
    The school pass had been left on my bed. It gave me access to just about anything on campus. I simply wasn’t allowed to use it until the school term ended. Perched on the edge of the bed, I let out a huge sigh. It was a cozy room, but I certainly didn’t want to stay cooped up in there for days on end.
    However, this would give me time to get in contact with Agent Cooper. My eyes scoured the ceiling and walls. Now that I really thought about it, Dustin’s father could have planted hidden cameras in my room to watch my every move. This guy was no joke.
    I hurried into the bathroom, praying that he at least had some set of boundaries. Using the mirror as a guide, I pressed the button on the side of my glasses frames. A light blinked off and on, followed by a soft whirring sound. As I watched, a small compartment hidden within the frames slid open with a click. A short, thin wire snaked its way out of the compartment, the small microphone attached to the end hovering a few inches from my lips.
    “H-hello?” I spoke timidly, not sure what to expect. “Miss Mason.” I jumped, glancing around me to make sure I was the only one there. The voice had been so crisp, so clear. It was as if the agent was in the room with me. Of course, he wasn’t. The voice had come from the glasses frames.
    “Agent Cooper? Can you hear me?” I asked, speaking a little louder this time.
    There was a soft crackling sound. The lenses of my new glasses flickered and crackled like static on a TV screen. Through it, an image began to form. I squinted. The FBI agent himself appeared right before my eyes. I gasped, trying to comprehend just what I was seeing. Technology was more advanced than I had realized.
    He smirked. “Yes, Miss Mason. Loud and clear. Now, if I’m correct, you are currently alone in a bathroom?”
    I blinked. “Yes, they have me in a room in the administration building. It’s just until school ends, though. After that…well, I guess that’s when the fun starts.”
    He nodded, his eyes focused on something I couldn’t see. “They’ve taken you to a remote area of central California.”
    I sighed. “Yeah, I know. When can you get me out of here?”
    The agent turned his attention back to me. “After you acquire enough information for us. Then we pull you out. That’s the deal.”
    “Is it really that simple? I’m all the way across the country!”
    Agent Cooper didn’t even blink. “Must I remind you, Miss Mason, that we are the FBI? We have field offices all over the world. Reaching you will not be a problem.”
    For some reason that didn’t really assure me. “Just be careful, stay alert, stay calm, and find out as much as you can. Keep in touch.”
    There were still so many questions I had, but the lenses started to flicker again. Agent Cooper became increasingly unfocused until he was completely gone.
    I frowned. At least one thing was clear. The sooner I gathered this information, the sooner I could get out of here. There was no way I could do that while staying in this room. So, despite Dustin’s orders to stay put, I decided to try to do a little investigating. Besides, if some kind of alarm went off or if someone was sent to get me the second my foot was out the door, I would know they had bugged my room.
    The doorknob was normal this time, so I simply opened the door. I took a peek into the hallway. Completely deserted. Perfect. Quietly closing the door behind me, I tiptoed down the empty corridor. So far so good. I headed down the stairs.
    When I arrived back on the main floor, Dustin was still there. He was talking to Casey, resting his arms on the desk. I ducked behind a vase that surpassed my head by at least four feet, straining to hear. He spoke in a hushed tone as if he somehow suspected I was