My eyes snap open and I stare up at a familiar white ceiling. Sitting up, I glance around and inwardly sigh. I’m back in that bedroom from when I last spoke to the Phantom. My fingers tighten on the grey duvet as I realize that I’m alone in the room. The room is still made mostly of ice. A large dresser, wardrobe, stand-alone mirror, a large bookcase, and vanity fill the room beside the large comfortable bed. I shoot a glance toward the only door in the room.
Would the Phantom get mad if I just take a look around? This room is inside the crystal right? Is that why everything appears to be made of ice?
Cautiously, I climb out of bed, my lips pursing as I notice that I’m in my pajama of a plain white shirt and plaid black and grey pants. My bare feet hit the ice-like floor causing a shiver
