In a security room. Televisions connected to cameras, all watching Keith. Multiple angles, some same angles, other copying to further understand his facial structures, seeing how he reacts and his way of getting through it. John and the inspector lady in the room, along with four people controlling the cameras, observing him as the water nearly full.
John turns his head to the inspector. Looking puzzled. Then, Back to the camera.
"Ms. Rose, why choose him?"
She doesn't turn her head at all toward John. She just stays staring toward the cameras.
"John would you have do this? No... The reason I chose him was because he has nobody... and..."
She pauses a little contemplating whether or not to finish:
"You know what nevermind."
John stares at her with the same puzzled look. She still stays looking at the cameras not once deterring from looking at the camera to John. The room quiet except from the sound coming from the other side of the cameras that Keith are making.
The water slowly growing higher and higher getting dangerous close to the top. Keith is still trying to break through the window. The sounds now growing more quiet. John looks back at Rose. She doesn't have any emotion put onto her face, she doesn't even change her facial expression once since the car was put there.
"John, send in the rescue team before Keith dies by drowning."
John a little surprised that she broke the silence curtly nodded and pulled a cell phone out of his pants.
"Send in team three to get Keith out of the car. Place him in room 405."
He ends the call and returns the phone to his pocket:
"He will be out soon and placed in room 405 for observation."
"Good. I will see him when he wakes."
She begins walking toward the exit to the room. The door opens automatically letting out some of the air in the room. She exits fully letting the door close automatically.
Rose heads for her office, walking through a hallway that's very well lit with lights coming down from the ceiling. She still wearing her fancy tuxedo. Her boots makes every step she makes sound heavy. Slowly and slowly she gets closer to her office passing a storage and heading toward an elevator. Five people inside the elevator, all look at her once and quickly exit the elevator. She pulls a card out of an inside pocket of her tux. And brings it to the small screen above all the buttons. Scanning the card it switches from the floor number to a letter.
"Heading to floor Z."
The elevator quickly sounds from it speakers.
Elevator closes its doors. Rose stands still in the elevator, waiting for the elevator to get to her destination. The elevator stops moving and opens it doors for Rose to enter her office.
"Hello, Ms. Rose."
The office is the whole floor, a huge room just for her office in the middle is a table the size of a 64' in TV. She has a laptop on the side of the table and decorated the table with a picture that can't be seen from the elevators perspective and a phone. Glass windows behind her with a sky view of the world bellow her. She's almost a hundred stories high.
Going around the table she walks toward her black comfort, mesh, wheeled chair. She pulls it back and takes a seat. Staring at a picture as she takes a seat. In the picture a young boy smiling and woman along with her standing behind the woman.
'What am I going to do now?'
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Some time has past since Rose entered her office and John put Keith into room 405. She has been monitoring his videos sent from the surveillance room that watch Keith's action inside the car.
The phone rings... and rings... and rings again. She picks it up answering with a curios, yet stern tone.
"Who is calling?"
On the other end of the phone is John.
"Ms. Rose, his vitals are good and he's doing well. He's also waking up."
"Good."
Rose takes a sigh of relief:
"I'll be there soon."
She hangs up on John. Taking another look at the picture before getting out of her chair.
She grabs the picture and takes it out of the frame, pulling the photograph closer to her face.
"You never told him. You never had the chance. I think I'll tell him for you."
She places the photo into her pocket, while getting out of the chair, heading toward the elevator. Once inside she presses a button leaving the floor and her office. She places her hand in her pocket, fiddling with the photo.