My mind was blissfully peaceful, and I felt completely unworried and at ease. That was, until yesterday’s events came rushing back to my head. Where exactly was I? Luckily, I was still new, because I’m pretty sure that John couldn’t have started the chase while I was asleep. To say that I had slept like the dead would be an understatement. My body needed healing badly after the chase with Peter, and I had stayed in a dreamless coma for two days. Apparently, my inner circadian clock had been amped up by the change, because I somehow knew how much time had passed. From the feel of sheets on my skin, I could tell that I was in a bed. I cracked open one eye, not wanting anyone to know that I was awake. A beautiful view of the woods greeted me through a large floor to ceiling window. The sun cast a yellow glow on the tall trees and sea-green grass. Forgetting about subtleness, I stood and walked over to the large balcony door. My muscles were sore from being pushed so hard during the chase, and they hurt pleasurably when I stretched them.
