The Aftermath: MPHFPC (editing)

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J A C O B

"I thought you were dead," I told Fiona as we made our way up the vaguely familiar mountain that we had to climb to get to Miss Wren's loop.

Fiona just smiled and nodded her head.

Her silence reminded me that Fiona wasn't much of a talker. "Did you speak to the trees?"

Fiona nodded her head again. It really had to try and decipher how she was replying because we were walking up a mountain. I was pretty sure that the three words she had yelled at the wight were the last words she was going to say for a long time.

"We figured," I replied.

She looked confused for a moment and looked at me expectantly.

I gave her a blank look, not realizing why she looked so puzzled.

Addison, who hadn't said much, seemed to realize what the question in her mind was, "I think Miss Fiona is wondering where the others are..." He said as he kept his steady trot a few steps ahead of me and Fiona. "As do I." He added meekly.

That terrible feeling of worry came back to me as I thought of the wights I had left behind with Emma, Millard, and Luna. As crazy as it sounds, I had temporarily forgotten about it when the wight attacked me and upon meeting Fiona and Addison. This sudden reminder that they were trapped in an unfamiliar time period with wights came crashing down at full force.

I hadn't realized that both Fiona and Addison had stopped and looked at me until I nearly tripped over the dog. They must have scened my tenseness towards the subject because Addison looked at me from under four paws with a concerned look.

"Er,"' I said, quickly swallowing the lump in my throat, "It's a long story. We left..." I began telling the story as we trudged up the steep mountain.

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As it turned out, the wights actually took us to a jail. It was very small. It only had two dank looking cells beside each other; they looked like holding cells. That gave me an uneasy feeling. That meaning that the wights might have another place that they were planning on taking us. As we passed the cell beside the one we were in, a shabby-looking man with about a three-day beard on his chin looked up and gave me a somewhat seductive look. I shuttered. It was going to be a long couple of days... or however long we were going to be stuck there. At least I still hoped we would make it out. I shuttered again at the thought of being in this police station longer than a few minutes, much less a couple a couple of days...

"And I better not hear anything from any of you." Snarled the wight named Tom, slamming us in the cell.

Millard walked over to a shabby wooden bench that looked like it was about to fall off of the moldy robes it was barely holding on to. Millard gave it a questioning look as if he was contemplating whether or not to sit down. He put his foot down on it and immediately the bench fell down loudly with a bang, the dust and grime that had seemed to have found itself at home in this place flew everywhere.

"Millard!" I whisper yelled at him, hoping that the wights hadn't heard the loud noise he had made. But Millard stood frozen, not moving an inch. He was standing unnaturally still. "Millard?" I asked, walking towards him. I placed my hand on his arm, lightly shaking him. After a few moments, Millard seemed to have woken up from his trance.

"W-we need to get out of here." He whispered sounding like he was about to go into hysterics.

"Millard, what happened?" Luna asked urgently.

Millard seemed to not have heard either of us. He started pacing the tiny cell mumbling to himself.

"L-luna," He said shakily, "Do you remember how you were able to get inside Jacob's head that night we saw the wight?"