CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

Harold and Wilkes carefully guided Trisha's body towards their dormitory which was on the next floor. They slowly but steadily climbed up the poorly illuminated staircase; one foot before the other, until they were finally safe in the confines of their room which they locked when they were in. Just

Whilst on their way, Harold had kept on staring back at the empty hallway for Professor Ericson because without doubt, he was up to no good and if not paid much attention to, he could drive a knife through their spinal cords to annihilate them when they weren't looking or something like that.

"What do we do?" Harold queried as his brows knitted together instinctively. He flicked on the pale bulb of him and Wilkes room after he had sealed the door shut for their safety then carefully walked over Trisha's still numb frame and parted the drapery for ventilation.

"Get water from the sink. Get a mild cloth, too, and pray to the Moon