Nina woke up in cold sweat. Her head was continuously aching in pain. She looked around the well-furnished room, hearing the soft sounds of people trotting outside. She didn't know where she was but gazing around the room made her realise something. From the bedsheet to the paint on the walls, everything was up to Arnold's liking. She tried to get up but her head felt heavy. Very heavy, like a bomb had exploded over her head.
It was only then she broke free from her mental trance and remembered what happened and threw the blanket off of her. Arnold's cloak was still wrapped around her... It was all real...
"Where... Where's he!?" Nina exclaimed, rushing towards the door. She needed to find someone to answer her questions.
