I wake up—I don’t know how many hours later—very slowly, as some kind of fog keeps hovering over me and putting me under again. It takes me several tries before I am finally able to fight it off… and I realize, I’ve probably been drugged and the effects are now finally fading. What happened before I lost consciousness flashes in my mind like a nightmare I’ve almost forgotten.
I look around, groaning as my head throbs painfully. The first thing I thought of is Elijah so I turn to the sides to look for him, but I find myself all alone. For some reason, it makes me desperately want to cry. But I have to believe he’s alive, otherwise I’m going to lose it. The room is nondescript, plain white and so bright that it almost hurts my eyes. There is a door, which I can already tell is locked, and a
