Sheckler
Psssshhh...psssh
What is that?
"Hey, look up." Somebody whispers.
Please...I need to sleep
"You sleep like a dead man, Patrick." That somebody whisper screamed in my ear.
"Who are you?" I asked, cursing the person for depriving me my precious sleep.
"Did you hit your head somewhere? It's me, Phyre."
All the past incidents came rushing back to my head.
"And I have found a way to escape."
Now...I was wide awake.
I quickly got up from the marble slab and faced Phyre.
"What is it?" I asked, too eager to get out of this place.
"Look over there." She pointed towards the sitting desk.
A new policeman had taken the place of the old one, place over there and he was asleep.
"Yeah, he's asleep, how will we get out of here?" I asked her again.
"Dumb head, look at his hands." S
