Miranda walked in and found Tilda sleeping peacefully inside the warm blanket, she let out a sigh of relief before sitting beside her on the bed. She wondered why she hadn't figured it out in time, but they needed to get going, her mother's condition was getting worse.
"Tilda.. Tilda." Miranda called out as she shook her lightly. Tilda when was in slumber land heard someone calling her and struggled to become awake, rubbing her eyes she tried to adjust to the light of the room when she came face toface with her aunt, she had aworried look in her face.
"You caused us too much worry dear, when did youget over here?" Miranda asked. Tilda scratched her head as she looked around and realized that she wasn't in her room, the images from the previousnight replaying on her mind.
