Chapter Twenty Two

Blake slowly drifted into a restless sleep as the night grows deeper and the cold gradually sets in. He finds himself standing in a corridor, standing before two double doors, the gold handles gleaming in the light. A light music floats into his ears from behind the door. The soft sound of the violin forms a beautiful memory and yet, as he looks at the all too familiar corridor, he gets a sense of déjà vu. As he looks around at the marble tiles with exquisite design, the family portraits mounted on the painted walls and the gleaming chandelier high above his head, he feels like this is a place where he has seen before but no matter what he is unable to remember where he has seen before.

Suddenly, a gentle hum of conversation interrupts his wandering mind which seems to be coming from inside the room. Listening to it, he hurriedly moves away from the door. He unsteadily walks back, his whole body shudderin