With a body that had recovered rather quickly from the fatigue and the illness, I woke quite early the next morning. It felt like it was a new beginning with no worries to think about, when in fact, I had one poking me every second.
As troublesome as the thought of it reappearing every now and then was, considering the conversation we had last night, I felt the need to get it over with. Not only to escape from this horrendous place but also to return to my own.
'I only hope that once this quest ends, I shall not be here from that moment forth,' I prayed. 'If you pull a trick in that again, I shall certainly get someone to end my life.'
'If Lucas were to hear that, he would skin you alive,' said the annoying voice with a chuckle. 'Alas, my fun shall end once you reach the end of your mission.'
