Laura stirred, taking in her surroundings. Stone walls. Floors draped with heavy rugs. No light, except for the flickering of candles. There were shelves of books everywhere. She pushed herself into a seated position and looked around.
“It lives! It breathes! It…needs to brush its hair,” LaFontaine joked from the doorway.
Laura blinked. “Laf? Where am I?”
LaFontaine strolled into the room with a steaming mug of hot chocolate. “You’re at Perry’s place. Under the shop. We brought you here a few days ago. You’ve been out of it the whole time.”
Laura swung her legs over the edge of the sofa. She stretched her muscles and rolled her neck. I feel like I’ve been dead for a week.”
LaFontaine laughed nervously. “Yeah well, from what I can put together based on the condition of your apartment a
