I was just too exhausted. Greg tucked me into bed – in my own little cabin that I didn’t know I was going to have. I thought they would chuck me into a six-by-six pen and throw away the key. But no, I get my own little room, just I like I did back at the mansion. It’s exactly the size of Heather’s, though I wouldn’t put too much stock into that. All the guest cabins on the lower deck are probably that size. So I sleep a dreamless sleep while out there somewhere, Russell Devlin is having words with his daughter. OK, I don’t exactly know what he’s saying, but from how Alice reacted – I’m guessing it’s not something that would appear in a Disney movie. Upon seeing that speedboat coming towards us, Alice and Heather immediately cut me down. Or at least, they have me cut down by Greg and the quivering deckhand. But it’s too late. The railing I was tied to was starboard – facing the oncoming boat. There’s no mistaking my silhouetted and bound body in that precarious position.
