Madeline sat on the bed with both of her knees pulled up. She was scared of what happened earlier back in the high tower. She didn't dare to go and stand near any of the windows of the room even though they were small and some had grills on them.
Deciding to get some sleep, she pushed her body down, pulling the covers up to her chest and placing her head on the pillow. But she didn't fall asleep right away. It took sometime for her eyes to turn heavy and she finally closed her eyes.
In her dream, Madeline was walking up the stairs of the high tower, a lantern in her hand and her legs bare with no shoes. The torches of fire had been exhausted, leaving the path dark with little light that came from outside with only the light of the lantern she carried with her.
