I remained perfectly still, my eyes being the only part of my body that moved, despite the fact that my senses were working in overdrive, taking in everything that had changed around me since the last thing that I could remember before I had fallen asleep—which was that I had been the car, driving to Marcels pack. One thing that I was certain about, was that I definitely wasn’t in the car anymore.
One thing that was quite obvious too, was the fact that I was in a house. Which shouldn’t have been all too alarming, except for the fact that it was a house that I had never been in before, a house that wasn’t in the slightest bit familiar to me—I was on an entirely different continent than the Continent, so that should have been a given. But knowing that nowhere would be familiar to me didn’t
