he murmured softly as he stretched under the big white duvet. “Where am I?” he thought to himself. Suddenly that thought made him sit up with a jolt. He rubbed his eyes and looked around the room. He saw a beautiful petite blonde girl sitting on the chair in front of the bed, smiling at him softly. “Shhh.” She placed a hand on his forehead. “Don’t rush.” She dabbed the wound on his head with some damp cotton wool. He winced. “Ow” “It is okay, you are getting better.” “How long have I been here?” he asked. “About three days.” “Who are you?” “My name is Jemima.” “Why am I here? What do you want?’ Jemima smiled confused but did not reply. “Does anyone else know I am here?” Jacob asked, tense and agitated. Jemima tried to reassure him.
