Elysandre's POV
I am busy inside cleaning the cabin because I have to keep myself busy. I cannot lie in bed all day feeling like a garbage can. I know I must smell like one. Charlie went to get some wood. I hear the rattle of the cans we put around the cabin. Maybe it's Charlie returning, and he just forgot about our little booby trap, but I do not think that he would forget about that, although he cannot remember who or what he is. His memory seems fine since he got here. I don't know how amnesia works. I just hope he does not wake up one day not knowing where he is and why he is in the cabin. He may really think that I have kidnapped him, and he may kill me.
“Hello! Is there someone here?” I hear a woman's voice. Oh, great. People. I do not feel well. I still have a hangover, and now I
