The Man That Changed Everything

The Bad News For Grace

"Grace, come over here. I have something to tell you." I call while sitting on my bed.
"Coming!" said Grace, who had earlier discovered another sort of secret door that contained a bathroom. She didn't know how lucky that was, but she will soon. We had also found that our suitcases that Charles had been carrying were infront of the door, which I was happy about. We would need to get changed while we were locked in here. Grace lept onto the bed beside me and sat crosslegged with a blanket draped around her. "What's up?" she asked. "You look worried."
"Well..." I began. "...I have something quite big to tell you, don't freak out..."
"Hey! I know I'm younger but I can handle it, whatever it is! Stop treating me like a baby, Harley!" Accused Grace
"Ok, I'm sorry. I'm not sure how to say this but... we are locked in this room, and Charles wasn't replying when I shouted for him." I admitted, holding my head in my hands. "I know I should've told you earlier but I was worried that you would panic like I did." Grace was frozen, and expression of horror and realisation on her face. "You..you mean we can't...get out?" I nodded sorrowfully. I wanted to lighten the mood so I looked at the postives. "But Grace, we will be just fine. We have comfy beds, our suitcases, a bathroom with hot water and that huge supply of food and drinks, and we have each other."
"I'm not so sure..." moaned Grace. "The food will run out eventually, and with an evil man on the loose nearby..."
"What do you mean, evil man?" I interrupted.
"Mr. Watkins obviously, who else could have locked us in here?" she said very matter of factly. I thought about this...no. It wasn't Mr. Watkins. Why we he offer to look after us and then lock us in a really nice room on purpose? But then again...why would there be a huge supply of food and water in here if it wasn't for people who needed it to survive? But what if it's there because the door sometimes breaks and locks itself when it closes? Yes, that must be it. But then why would he put us in a room that could trap us, he obviously had other spare rooms? And most importantly, If he is trapping us, why would he give us food and supplies to survive? And why would he want to trap us in the first place? Questions flickered through my mind quickly, and I dismissed or tried to accept each one. He was the only one with the key, but couldn't someone else have stole it? A butler or maid perhaps? "That is a good theory Grace," I said after a few seconds of thinking. "but there's no proof and too many questiions."
"I know," said Grace rolling her eyes."people always want proof and fact, but I think opinion and theory and clues should count..." Grace rambled on but I stopped paying attention. If we want to have a clue to what had happened, we need to solve it, not wait for someone to hand us the answers on a golden platter. We need to think about the events from today, and most importantly think about ways to escape. "Grace." I said "We have some thinking to do.