Chapter Nine

Annie's eyes opened. She's in a strange, unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room, surrounded by an unfamiliar scent. It wasn't bad. None of it was terrible. Yet she has a tingling fear running through her. She felt weaker. She knew that. Now that she was warmer she recognised the familiar feeling of a developing cold. She sighed, she got sick so easily.

Annie looked around the room, slowly rising to her feet, the carpet that met her was soft. It was nicer than what she was expecting. She vaguely remembered being told that she would be moving in with Alexander, she expected her new room to be just as unaccommodating as the cell has been. Instead, she was met with a large room, filled with basic pale greys and whites. Her bedside table had some water on it. She smelt it, although she quickly realized that even if it were drugged she wouldn't know what it smelt like, so instead just took a sip. She stood up and carefully walked to the wardrobe. The sun had started to set, but she had enou