Sylvester's POV.
I woke up groggy and it was late afternoon.
I called Donald, and in came another man, and I asked, "Where has Donald gone?"
"Prince Dana, I don't know."
I was having some doubts in my mind when a slight tingle interrupted my thoughts. It was time to change the medicine, and for some reason I kind of wanted to go see Caroline and wondered if she was up yet.
I opened the door to my room, but I accidentally kicked something over. I looked down and saw that it looked like food, and I didn't know who had put it here. I asked the person who had just come in to clean it up, but luckily it didn't get my shoes dirty.
I stood in front of Caroline's door by memory. I jerked my hand back from knocking on the door. I thought my behavior was ridiculous. It made more sense for her
