The Black Lion

Camera

Where is it? WHERE DID IT GO??

I spun around looking for the black house. Pink, blue, white, yellow, pink, blue, white, yellow, pink, blue, white, yellow, pink, blue, white yellow, pink, blue, white, yellow.

Where can I find the others?  I sat down on the road and held my head. They traveled continuously in many places, but none of them stood out. I couldn't concentrate because of the sound of approaching sirens.

I doubt they're at my house...or still at the road trip. Maybe they got transported to another hospital for some reason. My thoughts kept getting interrupted by the approaching sirens. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" I screamed at them as I looked up. I went cold as I realized it wasn't a passing ambulance. It was dozens of police cars headed right towards me.

I looked down at the blood stains I've left on the road. There's no way I can run from them in this condition. An officer grabbed my arm and pulled me up to my feet. "Ruby Dall," he said in a robotic voice. "Follow us."

I was taken into a police car and the next thing I knew was that I was placed back at the same hospital bed from before except I was handcuffed to the sides. "Since you're in the condition to run a couple of miles away from the hospital on your own," an officer sat near my bed. "I think you'd be able to answer a couple of questions we have."

The officer's face changed into one of a hairy wolf. "What was your intentions for stealing that van?" the wolf asked. I furrowed my eyebrows at him, refusing to speak. I would never talk to a wolf.

"No words, eh?" he wrote something on his notepad before asking more. "Why did you break into the Nam residence?"

I stood silent. The wolf kept asking me questions but I tuned out and began thinking about where they could possibly be. When I snapped back out of my thoughts, the wolf was gone and another person was in his place.

"Miss Dall? Miss Dall!" he said, sounding like he's said my name a million times already. "Were you listening to anything I just said?"

"No," I answered shortly, almost rudely. "Where is the Black Lion?"

"Excuse me?" his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me in confusion.

I stared at the eyebrows. "Where are my friends? I've been searching everywhere for them?"

The man sank into his seat further and sighed. "Miss Dall, I would very much appreciate it if you'd cooperate in this questioning. If you do, I'll help you find your friends."

Help me find my friends?  I furrowed my eyebrows like him. Can I trust him?

"Okay fine," I gave in.

"Where were you after you left your mother's house and what did you do?" he asked.

I immediately recalled the day I left my mom and Dennis and found the black house in the middle of the night. I told the investigator in a haste about my friends' house and how we would go on adventures.

He looked up, "Do the adventures include stealing a van from an autoshop?"

"I didn't know that they stole it until the police reported it on radio," I crossed my arms over my chest. "By then, there was no time to react correctly."

"It says here in your records that you need to get tested for schizophrenia, but I want to believe your friends are real," he said unenthusiastically. "Is there a way you could prove they are real?"

"My phone is gone so I can't call them," I thought deeply. "How else can I prove it?"

"Do you know anybody else who knows them? Or do you have videos or photos of them?" he asked.

People? Videos?.........PHOTOS!  I burst up from my seat and held onto my head tightly. "The camera!" I remembered the camera that we had brought along. Where did we leave it....?

"Camera?" he leaned in closer.

"We had a camera for the trip, but we left it while we were running," I told him. "There were many pictures of me and my friends we need to find the camera!"

We need to find the camera.