Dave
Ben Nevis Mountain, Scotland
Dave attempted to free himself from the old wooden chair, bound by a tightly wound thread. He was in a small study room, which overlooked what seemed to be a moderately considerable property. A vast yard neighbourhood surrounding the old building ended unexpectedly in a deep, rolling wilderness. The room where he was restrained must have been at least three stories high. If it had been a house, it would have been enormous by any standard.
Jerking his head around, he took a better look at the room around him. The soft, dark chestnut floor led to an empty, arched doorway. It was impossible to see beyond the nook, but he speculated that it led into a corridor. On either side of him were shelves of volumes that went all the way up to where the canopy curved
