"How long have we been stuck in here?" Trixie wondered with a groan.
"I don't know. A few days?" Emerick replied through a hoarse voice. He was curled up in a thick blanket on the bed and looked every bit as bad as he sounded. Trixie wasn't sure what she had expected. Emerick had been asleep for the most part ever since she had come home to find him sick in bed.
Looking at him, Trixie couldn't completely blame Jacoby for insisting they stay in place until whatever this illness was had passed. None the less Trixie was bored out of her mind and desperate for something to do. So far, she had been lucky enough to escape the clutches of whatever ailment was plaguing Emerick, but this just meant that she was now cooped up in a small space with hardly anything to do.
