Fiona woke up full of energy and well-rested. She had regained all her strength and was ready to save her son, but first, she needed to check on him and see how he was holding up. She washed her face, left enough water in the basin, and chanted her spell. Soon, she was able to get a vision of her baby.
He was asleep, somehow sleeping as he was still in chains and handcuffs but his head was resting on the table. She could see a glass of juice and bread crumbs, meaning they finally fed him. She could only assume it was the uptight woman. The other two gentlemen did not seem to be the patient type.
"Hold on," she whispered and got up. She needed to visit the real criminal and understand what and who she was dealing with.
She began chanting and opening all the realms she ever taught her son to open until she found the one that had an occupant.
