Owen awoke in a wooden chair pushed up to a wooden table. The table was set with a plate, fork, and knife for every person, and when Owen raised his head he saw Cam, Margot, and Diana positioned in chairs like his, heads slumped. He tried to stand and found his arms bound behind him, keeping him in place. He started to struggle, rocking the chair back and forth. “Cam!” he whispered. “Margot! Diana! Guys, wake up!”
Nobody stirred. Owen continued to try to free himself, trying to make as little noise as possible. Diana moaned and started to lift her head groggily. Owen tried to shush her, but her noises caught someone’s attention in the next room. A young girl with bright red hair in two braids came bouncing in, wearing a pink gingham dress. She looked like she’d escaped from Little House
