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the left showed nothing but white, while the screen on the right showed mostly white with a light fixture off to the side.  The screens moved ever so slightly left and right.  The one on the left tilted forward and now showed an old wooden dresser.  The screen moved left and revealed a bare wall, then turned right and it showed a woman lying on a bed.  It was Ally.
    “Ally?  Where are they?” someone asked.
    “You tell me,” Mr. Martin responded, arms folded, smiling at the TV.
    The students were transfixed, their eyes glued to the television in front of them.  Some of the students in the back stood up to get a better view.  The screen on the right turned left and revealed a young man sitting upright in a bed. 
    “Brett,” Frankie said.
    Brett was sitting up straight glancing over at Ally.  Now the camera on the right sat up and turned forward, revealing an old wooden door.  It opened after a sudden knock.  A woman came into the picture wearing a long, puffy white dress and she started speaking rapidly.  “Why didn’t ya open when I knocked?” she said in a thick accent.  “I’ve been poundin’ on thee door for quite some time now.  This room has to be cleaned for the next guests.”  She put her hands on her wide hips and said, “Slept in your clothes did ya?  Out late?  Well, time to go.  Hurry hurry.  These linens have to be washed and dried and beds have to be made.”
    Both screens turned.  Ally and Brett stared at each other with puzzled looks on their faces.
    “What’s with the costumes?” a kid in the back asked and the room chuckled with laughter.
    “Nice hats!” another kid said and the room erupted in laughter.
    “The hats, Mr. Jenkins,” the teacher replied, “have cameras in them so that we can see what’s going on.”  Four hands went up after that statement and Mr. Martin waved both hands indicating that now is not the time to ask how the cameras work.  “Now, your assignment is to observe, take notes and answer my questions.  Brett and Ally are far away from this academy.  Can anyone tell me where they are?”
    The students were silent, no one wanting to give out a wrong answer.
    “Well then, figure it out,” he said.
    CHAPTER SEVEN
    B rett and Ally got up from the beds and took in their surroundings.  They were in a small bedroom that was sparsely furnished.  Two dressers sat at opposite ends of the room.  No TV, no phone, no closets, no windows.  The woman stood there with her arms crossed waiting for them to exit the room. 
    “Where are we?” Brett asked.
    The woman shook her curly red hair, snorted, and said, “Too many pints at the pub, eh?  Shouldn’t be in the pubs anyway at your ages.  How’d you even get in there?  Have someone purchase you a few nips, eh?”  She clapped her hands twice.  “Off with ya, let’s go.”
    They walked toward the door and the woman moved to the side as they passed by.  Standing in the hallway, they looked left, then right, and saw a staircase leading down.  The walls were pale yellow with ornate wood molding crowning the ceiling.  They walked slowly until they reached the stairs.
    “Where are we?” Brett asked again.
    Ally just shrugged her shoulders as they descended the winding wooden staircase.  At the bottom was a small room with pale red carpeting and wooden benches scattered along the walls.  A young woman with a hat similar to Ally’s sat at a desk writing on a pad of paper in front of her.  She looked up.
    “Running away are we?” she asked.
    “Ah...no,” Brett said.
    The woman scrunched up her nose and her eyebrows dipped in confusion.  “Your mum and dad just let you get a room for the night?”
    They ignored her and walked toward the two front doors on their right.
    “Hope you enjoyed your stay at the Hampfield,” the woman said.
    Brett and Ally stood on the brick steps and looked around.  The sun was low on the horizon and barely crested the two-story buildings across the street