Mr Jones dashed out of the room with tears in his eyes. He couldn’t bear the vacuum his daughter’s disappearance created in his heart, and now seeing how much she meant to Prince Eric, it shattered his composure.
Jones took a deep breath and he sought to tracing his room. He sniffed his way back to the guest room given to him for the night. He entered the room and shut the door behind him, then he leaned back at the door, finally letting the tears to escape his eyes. He repeatedly hit his head at the door behind, sorting for a way to perhaps calm the ranging voices of Anna screaming in his head, like she had screamed the night of the nightmare.
He covered his ears as if that could mute the screams he heard. They tormented him until he was sprawled on the floor before the door. Mr Jones c
