Lena.
I woke up, for a while, I see the wall of my house, in England, but when I get my sight well I see my house surrounded by wood in Nordic lands, I take a great breath of air and get up, I go to the bucket of fresh water and I drink it, I massage my shoulder a little and I remember what had happened, I turn my head and there I was, my eternal rival, helpless, with my hands and legs tied on the desk where I used to study the culture that I now love so much. I approach at a short step and try not to wake Isabel, but my attempt was in vain, she begins to try to scream, but she does not do it quite well because now she lacks a tongue, in addition to her mouth being tied with clothes.
