Penelope's POV
I could feel my legs becoming heavier with every step I took. I almost believed I would not make it to my room. Luckily for me, I had enough strength to make it there.
My legs gave out the minute I made it in. I practically had to crawl my way to the bed. I managed to pull myself up on the bed. I didn't even get a chance to lay properly when I lost consciousness.
I felt so disoriented, even in my dreams. I could vaguely remember hearing someone telling me to return. It sounded like a young man crying, begging for someone to return home. He kept saying "bring her back please. Bring my sister back." But I couldn't make out the face or voice.
I wanted to tell him that everything would be alright, she would be back soon. Just be patient. The devastation in his voice was surreal. I wanted to reach out and hug him. Comfort him. Just when I thought I could reach him, everything changed.
