Yvan sat on the bed, staring intently at the paper he was clutching in his hand. Caleana was sitting right next to him, observing the veins that had popped all over his arms and hands. She had written down everything that had happened in the bathroom on paper for him to read, and he didn’t like what he learned at all.
Naturally, he had figured out that they weren’t supposed to leave the world they had now found themselves in. He still didn’t understand why they couldn’t leave, or how it was that so much time had passed while they had only been in that new world for barely a day.
“It’s just the two of us now,” Yvan said with a low voice. His voice sounded strained and it was clear that he was struggling to process the current circumstances. Caleana’s mother was a witch with a lifespan spa
