Third Person’s POV
Is it Lance? Again?
Amanda adjusted her eyesight, thinking maybe she was just hallucinating things. Also, her eyesight during the night is so poor, so she needs some light to recognize things. She walked closer and closer towards that person in the kitchen.
Ahh. Maybe it’s because I just woke up and my head is still groggy.
She tries to convince herself that what she is trying to see is not him and that voice belongs to another person, but the more she gets closer to their visitor, the more she is sure that it was Lance, and it was his voice.
“It’s good that you’re here now, your visitor is waiting for you.”
She heard her mom say.
“Mom, why are our lights out? What happened?”
She asked as she pointed the flashlight upward to illuminate some light in this place.
