I check Rosemary carefully while they wait. There are no injuries in her body. Her face looks as fresh as a daisy. "How is it possible?" I ask no one in particular.
"She is under a spell. Once we are out of this place, she may wake up."
I look at Lazarus with fear in my eyes. "May?"
"We'll see once we are out." He advances towards the sleeping Rosemary and picks her up in his arms. He looks effortless, there is not even a crease on his forehead as he does so. "We have to leave before the trees come back to their places."
Running back becomes more difficult. The trees have come alive now. Their branches continuously stop us from leaving. They slither like ancient anacondas and try to grab our feet more than once. A putrid smell fills the air. I try to take a moment, but Alp grabs my hand and yanks me from my place.
"Try not to breathe in. It's poisonous."
"Great," I mumble and run again.
