WHEN Dale woke up, he had trouble remembering the events of the past hours. His head throbbed painfully and his throat felt parched. He massaged his temples before slowly opening his eyes.
"Where am I?" He asked himself as he saw the grand room where he was in. The ceiling was like that of a cathedral. It was high and filled with drawings of heavenly bodies. The room itself was as large as Sophia's whole house. The four poster mahogany bed he was lying in had white silk drapes. The sheets were also made of white silk. On the side table, there was an electric candelabra made of gold. He knew that the light was artificial. The whole room screamed eccentric elegance. Dale sat up feeling amazed at the display of paintings at the right part of the room. On his left were a floor to ceiling shel
