I woke up back in the same room it all started from. The same song playing, the same walls, the same posters and then there was Harry sitting in front of me... again. “Why am I back here?” I asked, panicking. “You have nowhere else to go. You’re stuck here darling,” he said looking down at the floor. “Did YOU knock me out?” I asked frantically. “No, no. That would be horrible,” He answered back standing up from his seat, “Now come along... we don’t have much time.” “But, bu- ” He waved his hand to shut me up... and it worked. Maybe they weren’t lying but I still had too many questions to ask like who knocked me out, why was I here, was I trapped here... forever? But I couldn’t ask those questions because my moth was sealed shut and then it hit me... they’re not the bad guys in this story... there is someone else behind all this...
