Morgan POV

The week was fast to run out. We had to prepare to go home. Drake sat beside me telling of how he enjoyed everything we did during these past days. It was evident in his eyes that he loved and enjoyed his days spent here.

"Are you all done packing?" I asked.

"Yes, Morgan," they all responded.

Drake walked up to me and asked about the people I had kept in the room.

"Won't we dispose off their body since they will be dead by now," he said.

"No, if their body is disposed, ...