"Daisy, how are you?" James asked as I sat down on his sofa in his office.

"Bored," I stated. "Can we speed this up a little bit so I can go home?"

"How are you feeling now that you know you're going to get your freedom back?" James asked.

"I wouldn't go as far as to call it freedom," I said and rolled my eyes. "More like observed captivity."

"You're not captured, Daisy," James frowned.

"But I'm not free to leave the confines of this town am I?"

"Not until we know you will come back."

"And when will you know that?"

"Judging by your commitment to the Agency," James...