Chapter 8
I don’t know what we’re doing standing out front of this building again but Francis is back in her pinks and her hands as I am checking look perfect and I run my hand over top of them and there is no cloaking spell like there was before. I ask the day. It is the 21st., ‘Wait, hold up!’ I began to think to myself, ‘we’ve gone back a few days and it seems as though time has reset but how? Why?’ I questioned them some more about a few things and it seemed as though I was right. Now my brain is wracked with trying to figure out how I am the only one who knows what is going to happen inside there and that we no longer need to go inside.
I try to tell them this, but Francis insisted but once more I pushed the issue of us heading home and letting me fill them in on the way.
“Why are
