Harry's p.o.v.
As I was sitting in my bath, I tried to let the warm water clear my head, but I was too distracted with everything that just happened. I decided to distract myself with my little rubber ducky (don't judge!) and wondered what would happen if it came to life.
*skip bath*
I climbed into bed and turned out the light. I stared up at the ceiling and began thinking. About everything that just happened before my bath.
How did she get here?
Why did she get kidnapped?
Did she eat or no?
What happened to her to get her all wounded like that?
How long has she been missing?
Does she have a family that is worried about her?
I really, truly, honestly don't know the answer to any of those questions. Oh well. Like she said in her note, she'll explain when she wakes up. The thing is; I have to be at the studio early tomorrow. I think I'll have Yarry tell her to call me to explain.
With that thought, I close my heavy eyelids and I sleep until my alarm wakes me up in the morning.
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