Dimitri sat up and walked away from the wall. Pocahontas hadn't replied for a while now, and Eric was asleep in the corner. He paced around the room, nervous as to what had happened to her. Was it because they had been talking about escaping?
Paranoid he looked at the camera, which was still staring back at him. Was the Villain really watching right now, listening to them? He couldn't be listening to everyone, Dimitri decided. Nothing much was happening right now, so he hoped that there would be another room in here keeping the Villain distracted. If Pocahontas wasn't replying she had probably been gased, and taken to a game of some sorts. That would keep the Villain occupied for now...
Dimitri started to quietly search the room, looking for mics, secret cameras- anything. He started as far away from the camera as he could, trying to act subtle as he searched the bed, pretending to adjust the sheets. When he found nothing he moved to the armchair, picking up each cushion and shaking them. Dimitri was just about to give up when he remembered the liquor cabinet. Opening it he noticed that it, although had some alcohol left in, seemed to have no signs of microphones or cameras. However as he reached into the cabinet, feeling around every shelf and bottle, to his suprise he felt something small and solid at his fingertips. Grabbing it he pulled back, bringing a small silver key out. Not wanting the Villain to see, Dimitri slipped it into his pocket. He wondered what it could open.. it seemed far too small to open their door, or any for that matter, looking alot different to the keys they were given in the basement. It must open something else, Dimitri decided, but what he didn't know. Not wanting to draw too much attention to himself right now, he picked up a beer from inside the drinks cabinet, acting as if that was the real reason he had looked inside, and closed the cabinet door.
Patting the key in his pocket, Dimitri walked to the bathroom. He washed his face, then decided on taking a shower. Even as he did he held the key in his hand, just to make sure it wasn't taken. As he walked back into the room he tried to think of a good hiding place for the key. His pocket wouldn't do for long... He laid down on the bed and slowly began to fall asleep, wondering what the key could mean.
