She looked around and found the unfamiliar room cloaked in an eerie gray light, the sheer curtains drawn against an overcast sky. She was still wearing the robe with nothing under it, and she lay curled on her side on top of the bed, with a puffy quilt covering her. The last thing she remembered was seeing Pio and hearing Zak's voice. Or was it a dream? She had no idea how, or when, she'd gotten to this room. The rapping came again. She looked toward the door as a voice called from behind, "Tess? It's Gratianne. May I come in?" Tess pulled herself up to a sitting position against the pillow. "Oh, sure," she said, wishing her hair wasn't in such disarray. Gratianne walked in and set a stack of clothes on the foot of the bed, and said, "Your clothes have all been washed." "Thank you," Tess replied. "You had a very long night," Gratianne said. Tess raked her fingers through her hair. "Does it show?" "Only on Zak's worried face. He's concerned about you." "Where is he?" "In Pio's room with Pio and a doctor from Navarre." Gratianne sat on the edge of the bed.
