The next morning…
"Hey good morning". Ethan said, walking in with a tray of food into Hilda's room.
"Good morning". Hilda responded, still sleepy-eyed. She stretched a little.
"Are you okay? Did you sleep well?"
"I didn't get much sleep, Ethan. I'm still very tired". She said, yawning.
"Why? Was something on your mind? Is it Alexander?"
"Honestly, I wish it was Alexander. That would've been more relieving".
"What do you mean, Hilda?" Ethan asked, placing the tray carefully on a table.
"Did you wake up at any point last night?"
"No. I went to sleep and I woke up 20 minutes ago. It's 7:30 am now. Why? Did something happen?"
"Yes. Something strange happened".
"What's that?"
"Are you sure no one knows about my whereabouts?"
"Of course. I'm sure. You're
