I arose from my unconsciousness, my eyes thick from exhaustion, the temples of my head numb from the cold, hard ground. I tried to recall, to fathom where I was, and like a swift wave, it hit me. I was in the Red Room; again after Mrs. Reed thrust me here. I looked up, the room much more familiar, to see ghostly, white moonlight streaming through the small window of the wall. My breathing hitched in my throat as I registered where I was, and what I was frightened of here. I felt my body stiffen, my pulse quicken in my chest. Contrary to my emotions, I stood up, blundering around the now familiar, but still despised room. I ran my fingers along the massive mahogany pillars of the bed, letting out a small, surprised gasp. I could almost feel