Shhh, don't tell. My name is Rachel. I probably shouldn't have told you that. Now you know my name, I might as well tell you why I'm hiding. You look honest. What's your name? Oh. Not talking are we? That's just fine, I don't like listening anyway.

It's so dark here. I feel like I'm losing my sight. You're the first person I've seen since... since... well... since it happened.

Look, now you made me get all emotional. I hate it when people do that to me. I'm only 15, but I know enough to know when people are doing that to me.

Ok, so you're wondering: What is she doing here? Why is she hiding? Who is she?

Three words: I'm, Not, Telling.