Maia is crying now, gasping for breath and laying on the floor behind a table again. She looks around, she felt like she was running in a loop ending up back at the empty table she had been on.

Maia glances down at her feet, at her clothes and has a sharp intake of breath "N-not possible." She is talking to herself now, trembling. "This is where they took me. I-I'm eight." Maia sounds scared. "I'm eight and this is where they took me." Her voice sounding on the border of fear and anger.