– AMELIA
“f**k” I groaned as I woke up. My head was a throbbing, aching mess, and even the sound of my own voice felt like a sharp spear driving through my skull.
What the hell is going on?
I opened my eyes, taking in my surroundings: it was dark, but not completely so, and I could make out a chair, two doors, and a window. As my senses slowly came back to me, I realized I was sleeping on a hard, cold, concrete floor – with no mattress, a pillow, or even a blanket in sight.
Nothing in that place felt familiar – and a twinge of discomfort and fear went through my stomach.
Something isn’t right here.
“Erik?” I tried to call him – but it was the silence who answered, both in that strange room and in my mind. I’d gotten used to the soft, familiar feeling of his mind next to mine in
