Number 5 shivered as he sat at his favourite corner of the room, the cold was coming from within and he could feel the sweat dropping from his body. His cloth soaked.

His side of the room wasn't always cold so why was he feeling this way?.

He had been feeling so for a while now but he had no one to tell, no one to confide in. Ever since Number 4's death, he felt like everyone hated him now and every one barely spoke or played together like before. It was as though she had being the life of the party.

He missed her terribly. If she had been...