Chapter Four: The Presidio Incident

Author's Notes: The first half of this chapter came to me while I was watching Harry Potter and the Order of The Phoenix and the whole dream/possession sequences. I was also challenged in my creative writing classes to take a philosophical idea and have some of your characters developed an opinion about them.

As always, Harry doesn't belong to me, he belongs to JK Rowling. All other characters however belong to me to do with what I please.

Chapter Dedication: I also want to dedicate this chapter to my friend Matt, who created the awesome chess scene in this chapter because he couldn't come up with a strategy to beat me in the game, so I had him set up for failure from the very beginning. Enjoy everyone!

"Alright Mistress, let us continue your studies, with your personal interpretation of the book 'Leviathan' by Master Thomas Hobbes."

A long and despairing female moan comes from the young woman. I cannot see her face or features, but I can see the person in before her and hear the woman's words.

"Come now Mistress, this is a very wonderful book and theory for ruling a country."

"Yeah if you plan to rule a dictatorship country." She says flatly

"So you are saying that Social Contracts are useless?" The teacher says with a cocked eyebrow.

"No. However, a social contract should be a two way street. Hobbes was talking about 'forcing' the people to surrender certain liberties so that society should be able to live as a whole. When really, a true social contract should be one, where the people need not have to give up their personal rights in order to co-exist peacefully in a society. The state should not interfere with the individuals personal rights unless they have broken a law."

"But that sounds like a double standard mistress. A social contract is between two groups, which lay out the terms of an amicable agreement to form a peaceful civilization. Are you saying that there should not be one?"

"No. But Hobbes immensely vague interpretation of what a social contract is, leave much room for what can be in a social contract. As far as I see it, the only social contract that would make a lot of sense , is so long as the people abide by the laws of their society, which is the contract in itself, there should be no need for any personal liberties to be surrendered in order to have a social contract."

"I see. So you see a social contract more like a mutual agreement than an actual contract."

"Yes sir I do."

"So what is the law then?"

"The law I see more like a form of guidelines. Hobbes even says so himself in Leviathan, not everyone is going to follow the guidelines on how to properly behave in society. So, when those people break the laws, they should be punished because they have broken the terms of the social contract in place."

"But doesn't that make the law a form of a social contract then?"

Silence for a few moments as the woman begins fumbling through pages of a book. The teacher grins in a silent victory over his pupil.

"Ah-- well…"

"Your theory is very well thought out. But in the end, you need a social contract in order for there to be any peace. However, I see your point Mistress. Although you need a social contract in order to form a peaceful realm, so long as the social contract isn't breached in anyway, a person should be allowed to act and do as they so please. Regardless of how the state may see the situation morally or otherwise. The social contract in this case, is the actual laws that are created by lawmakers, and rulers."

"Yeah I guess so." The woman says putting her head down in shame of being defeated in thinking.

"So how is this theory so great for a dictatorship?"

"Dictatorships usurp not only the personal rights of the people, but the social contract as well. They manipulate the contract to meet their every desire and do not care about the rights of their people. A dictatorship, has the power to make the people believe, that this social contract will be better than the original contract that is in place."

"But what if the original contract was worse than the new one the dictator provides? If the newer one is better, wouldn't more people be more inclined to follow that form of thinking instead of the old way?"

"Yes, but it should be brought before the people. Through history, there have been many instances, where dictatorships have thrown their social contracts on to the people and said 'this is the official law. Don't like it then you can take a bullet in the head and we can take your money and possessions.' All of the people should agree without any argument. And if there is any, it must be peacefully adjusted to meet everyone's needs."

"I see. Very good thoughts on this topic Mistress. Unfortunately, our lesson time is over, and we will have to pick up this tomorrow. In the meantime, please familiarize yourself with the theory of 'Ends and Means'. I will see you tomorrow my dear."

"Thank you professor."

"Harry?" A faint voice calls out to me as my dream ends.

"The law is a social contract and it's always been a choice to obey, stupid girl." I moan aloud.

"Harry, are you okay?" The voice gaining strength. After another groan, I recognize the voice calling out to me as James. I open my eyes to see the inside of an airplane. For a magical community, riding on an airplane seems kinda awkward since a broomstick would take me there in half the time.

"Hello James." I say rubbing my eyes "Sorry about that, I just had an extremely vivid dream."

"Really? It's not anything serious is it?"

"Oh no," I say honestly. "I just dreamt about a woman who was a student, and was having an intimate conversation about Hobbes' theory of the Social Contract."

"Oh.." James awkwardly said, "Okay.. That's a new form of dream that I haven't heard before."

"Yeah. I feel weird having just experiencing it."

"They said that you had a lot of horrible dreams when you were younger and that I should watch for them." James puts his hand on my forehead, as I quickly brush it away and sit up in my seat.

"I can assure you James, this one was not serious." I touch my forehead. There was no pain from my scar, nor was in a serious sweat that I used to have when Lord Voldemort possessed my thoughts.
"Awkward, but not seriously dangerous. If it was, you would have known for sure."

"Alright. Well, I just came to wake you to let you know that we are going to be landing in Illumina in a few minutes. So I just thought you might want to get ready." As I sit up and grab my glasses, James came into my regular view.

"Thank you. I was wondering however, why exactly did we take a plane, when we could have taken broomsticks?" James smiles as he sighs.

"Well, you should already know the answer to that if you've read the 'Tales of Illumina'." James says as I fumble around for my bag. "In Illumina, broomsticks are forbidden to be used due to the close proximity to what do you call non-magic folk? Oh, yes, Muggles."

"Where is Illumina geographically?" I ask curiously. Finding my bag and pulling out the same book that James had just finished discussing.

"Well, the Kingdom is in the realm of San Francisco, California in America. Although, we have land in most of the California area, the capital is in San Francisco." I had only seen pictures of San Francisco in books that I saw in the muggle bookstores, but to actually witness the city firsthand will be quite interesting indeed.

"Harry, I would like you to meet a few special people." James says smiling as we both step out of the small room. There was couple at the end of the plane sitting holding whiskey glasses. Oliver Williams was forty-two years old but he didn't look a day over 25 spiky short brown hair and almond shaped-emerald green eyes. He had very chiseled features, bulk shoulders, toned arms, legs and torso.

"Hey James! I'm not getting any younger here, come and make your move already." James rolls his eyes as he walks to the other side of the plane. Within ten steps, I came into view of the source of the hoarse and deep bellowing of a man.

"Harry, I would like you to meet my older brother and protector of Victoria's grandmother Gloria, Oliver."

"Wait then shouldn't you be-"

"I'm on vacation, Queen Gloria has 24 guards at her side at all times. So to be short one day won't hurt a bit." Oliver rises and bows before me, he then offers his hand in a handshake, I shake firm and confident, although I worried that, he was out for my blood.

"You're shorter than I thought you would be. But then again, Lady Lily wasn't a tall woman either." Oliver sits down not taking his eyes off me for one second. It was as if he was looking for a weakness in me.

"So James says you're not in it for the money."

"Oliver!" James says sternly.

"Money wasn't ever an issue for me. Nor do I see it as one now." I reply emotionless. Oliver chuckles and gives a clever grin.

"Spoken like Lily's true son. Don't worry Harry, I'm not going to challenge the validity in your claims. Besides, after reading your background report, with the amount of assets that you own, a few hundred thousand galleons won't really matter to a man like you."

"Furthermore, the only one who has the power to challenge the validity of your claims is your half-sister Victoria. Who at this time, has no desire whatsoever to do such a thing." I look over to see a fair-blonde woman. She kinda reminded me of Luna, only bustier and with brown eyes instead of Luna's blue ones. She also had a British accent, southern Wales or Cornwallis I think.

"This lovely lady is Abigail Williams, Oliver's wife and one of the Ladies In Waiting to Victoria."

"Please excuse my husband's overzealous tongue." She humbly bows before me, I smile knowing she means no harm.

"That's quite alright, he hasn't met my best friends Hermione and Ron. He's a lightweight in comparison to them."

"I guess I will have to meet them. But all good things in due time." He says smiling. He turns his gaze back over to James who was still standing next to me.

"Oi James! Make your move already, I've been waiting for like ten minutes!"

"All good things to those who wait."

"Don't Hannibal Lecter me, make your move."

Before me was a glass chessboard. The pieces were set in the middle of a good game. Whoever had the clear pieces were only inches away from taking the opaque King in a few moves. James nudges me, and I move into the seat next to the window. James sits next to me on my left and studies the board a little bit. From where he sat, I could tell that he was the clear pieces, and that he had plenty of options to take Oliver's king from. It was a rather good strategy actually. I personally wasn't a chess player either in regular or wizard's chess, I think that personally belongs to Ron. Gosh, how old was I during that chessboard incident?

"So what's it going to be?" Oliver says with a clever grin on his face.. James moved his right side bishop right, to line up between one rook and two pawns.

"Check." James flatly said.

"What?" Oliver gawks in disbelief. "How did that happen?" Andrew mimics where he can take Oliver's king, Abigail smiles confidently in seeing what both James and I saw. Oliver left his king open by moving his queen away from the king, so by simply moving his bishop, James was ready to take the king with his queen. Oliver immediately without hesitation moved his Queen left, and stopping it right into the path of James' king side castle. James smiled as he moved his castle right into the path of the Queen, not only taking the Queen out, but putting the king in jeopardy.

"Oh my goodness." Oliver said, "That was SO DUMB."

"Yeah that was really dumb. Check." James confidently said.

"You set me up didn't you?" Oliver grumbles.

"I sure did, all I had to do was wait you out." James gave an exact clever grin to what Oliver had done only a few minutes ago.

"That was just a joke!"

"Yeah but I was also paying attention as to how I can beat you while you were playing that mimic joke on me." James' smile never ceased while he spoke to his brother. Abigail giggles as we continue watching and make our decent upon San Francisco.

The Cathedral Hill Hotel was a rather beautiful place. It was a soft place, with subtle tones of gray, beige and brown. The downstairs lobby was full of light from the rather large windows that were present. Even though it was summer time, the building was just the right temperature inside not too cold and not sweltering. As I sat in one of the beige lounge chairs, there was a flurry of people that were moving in and out of the hotel. I was surprised because it was only a Tuesday night, and there were people everywhere. I overheard James, Oliver and Abigail in conversation at the check-in line.

"Why are we here? I thought we were going to The Presidio House, or even to the Burlingame Mansion?" Abigail asked curiously.

"I was going to take him to one of those, but this is the closest, we are heading to Gloria's Palace tomorrow, where she will make him her guest, but tonight is a quick fix. Besides, if we took him to any of those houses, we would miss Mass this evening." James answers flatly.

"What? What time is it?"

"5pm. Mass is in an hour."

"Go figure, you would be the one who would get here in time for Mass." Oliver chimes in sarcastically.

"Yeah, well unlike you, I haven't had a chance to see my wife in almost 4 weeks. I would like to have just a few moments with her even if they are at mass."

"Yeah, it makes it worse that Gloria will be there as well. So that's a complete waste, since you know, that Victoria will be joined at the hip of her grandmother." Oliver reminds him dismissingly.

"Very well then. Perhaps it would be better." James sighs and turns around to face me.

"Come on Harry, we've got a better idea." With that, I gather my things, and return to the car where we leave immediately, within a few minutes, we pulled up to a home sitting on a busy street. As I step out of the car, I am in amazement of what I had seen.

The Presidio Mansion, was no bigger than Grimmauld Place, but it was all in a Terra Cotta, which had been painted white. The three-story house was decked in brown trim. It was a rather beautiful house that faced the ocean. But what astounded me was the vista of the Bay Area from his home. All I had to do was cross the street, and I would be facing the beach and the ocean. There were bicyclists, parents walking with strollers carrying their children on the sidewalk, cars slowly passing by, joggers, walkers with pets and a few kite flyers on the beach. It was nothing I had ever seen in London before.

"Welcome to The Presidio Mansion, Home of the Williams Family. This house has been in my family for over four generations, since the Muggle's Second World War." I was too amazed by how naturally beautiful this place was to even listen to James.

"Harry!" Oliver says, "You'll have time for that later, come on in and get some food." Oliver's simple mention of food immediately snaps me out of my trance and I move back inside. Dinner passes quietly, and then soon, everyone leaves except James and I.

"Harry, you are more than welcome to wander around The Presidio if you wish. DO NOT LEAVE THE PRESIDO. There are many enemies who would wish you harmed, and there is a protection spell in the Presidio District, for all royals. Although, we do have many royals who break the spell, we are instantly able to determine who broke the rule and apprehend them. But nevertheless, we are able to find you and protect you." I simply nodded, and James rose from the table.

"Oh, and you are more than welcome to take this." He hands me a digital camera, it looked terribly expensive. "This is a magical camera, it takes moving photos instead of the traditional ones that stand still. You take as many photos as you want too, since there's no need for a memory card. Take some photos of your trip so you can at least have something to take home with you."

"Thanks James, I think I shall take a stroll. However, where does the Presidio District end?"

"At the Fort Mason Pier, right in front of the Golden Gate Bridge. You'll see the signs, there's also a little place there called "The Warming Hut". It's owned by wizards, and it's a central hub for magic makers. They also have wonderful tea."

The Fort Mason Pier, was a rather beautiful place. Off the pier, there were fishermen, and admirers all around, flocking to the site to see, The Golden Gate Bridge. However, I can't help but wonder why the bridge is named Golden, when the bridge color is red. I guess it was painted a rusty red to prevent decay from the sea salt, but then shouldn't they call it something else instead? Regardless of whatever color it is, the bridge was a spectacular site. After taking what seemed like hundreds of photos, I finally took my brother's advice and walked into the Warming Hut. On the outside, the building looked like a small little shack, but upon stepping in, I was welcomed to a warm café atmosphere. Lounge chairs and people chatting all over the room. I decide finally to sit on a dark blue lounge chair next to the window overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge. After looking for a moment, a man came up to me and smiled.

"Good evening sir, welcome to The Hut. Is there anything I can get you?" I look quickly at the menu, I wasn't terribly hungry, but I always had tea after dinner, so simply out of habit, I decided to order some.

"I'll have a pot of whatever white tea that you have."

"Sure thing!" Bernardo says "That will be three dollars." I nod and fetch my wallet from my back pocket, and as I opened it, I surely noticed that I had completely forgotten to change currency! I had nothing but British pounds and euros in my wallet! As I frantically look for a way out the door, a young lady comes over to Bernardo. Her jet-black hair was swept into a tight French twist, and glasses hiding exotic violet eyes. She was wearing dark denim pants, a black v-neck shirt, and an obscenely huge black hat with a white ribbon wrapped around it.

"Bernardo, please put this gentlemen's tea on my tab." She says smiling "But bring an extra cup if you could please."

"Yes Miss Elizabeth, right away." Bernardo says, bowing before her. She takes off her black hat, and then sits down in the seat in front of me.

"There's no need to thank me, in many ways you did me a favor having to both drink a whole pot of tea, and find a seat at the same time! Besides, you looked a little like you had the money, but had misplaced it."

"Well I do have the money, I just forgot to exchange the currency over." I say embarrassed.

"Oh dear." She says giggling, "Well that's quite alright. Where are you from exactly?"

"I'm from The United Kingdom."

"England huh?" She says sitting up in her seat jovially, "I've always wanted to go, but my work here keeps me from traveling anywhere really far."

"Oh really?" I say tilting my head "Who do you work for?"

"Um… Let's just say I work for the government. Yeah." She says as Bernardo comes over with the tea. She nods and smiles as he sets down the two cups and the rather huge pot of tea. He sets all the pieces onto the table, bows before Elizabeth and walks away.

"Oh, before I forget, my name is Elizabeth Andrews." She says gently, "It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"The pleasure is all mine, Miss Elizabeth. My name is Harry Potter." She puts down her teacup and gawks at him in shock.

"Seriously? You're that guy? Do you really have a scar on your forehead?" She say curiously, I simply nod and show her my scar. Suddenly, her look of shock changes into a look of amazement.

"Dude. That is so freaking cool." She says astonished. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you are here. But that's mainly because no one would believe for one second that I am having tea with a legend." I simply laugh for a few moments but she doesn't join me. I guess she was still in a daze that she was having tea with me.

"That's too funny Miss Elizabeth." I say as I pour the tea for her and for me. It was a rather rich and strong brew of white tea. As Elizabeth puts some sugar in it, I pour some honey and cream in the tea. When I finish, I let the cup sit for a moment.

"So how do you know about me?" I say, picking up a small plate of crackers and nibbling on one. She smiles as she takes a sip. When she swallows that sip, she cradles the cup in her hands.

"How can any witch or wizard not know about you? In the UK where you are from you are a national hero, but in Illumina, you are almost the equivalent to a royal in popularity. On top of that, when everyone heard that you are the second heir to the late Crowned Queen Lily's fortune as well as the third in line to the Illumina throne, our entire country could not stop talking!" She says. I looked at her in shock. Third in line to the crown? James never told me that.

"People from all corners of the land, are flocking here to the capital in order to get a glimpse of you! Apparently, Queen Gloria and your half-sister Princess Victoria, are going to hold a formal session of court, and they are going to allow the IVP televise the event as well!"

"Forgive me," I shaking out of my shocked trance "What is the IVP?"

"Oh, sorry, it stands for 'Illumina Visual Press'. It's kinda like the BBC channel in England. However, you must be of magical decent in order to watch the channel. We here in Illumina, try to blend in our ways with the regular ways of non-magic folk. Mainly because most of us live too close to them that we have to look somewhat normal."

I simply nod pick up my cup. Drinking a small sip of my tea because it would give me a second to absorb all the information I just received in a few minutes time. As I drink the tea, even with the honey and cream, I am overwhelmed with the taste of the tea. It was definitely a white tea, but it had a little bit of berry flavoring in it. Overwhelmed as I was, it was one of the greatest teas that I had ever tasted in my entire life.

"What kind of tea is this?" I ask

"It's called Berryblossom White. It's a specialty tea that was created in Illumina." She expresses as she takes another sip from her own cup. "It's also known under another name: 'The Queen's Blend'. The story goes that it was created by the late King Richard in honor of his mother's 40th Anniversary as Queen. However, Queen Gloria did not like the tea one bit, so he instead kept the tea and gave it to Crown Queen Lily for her 21st birthday. Lily, loved the tea, and drank the tea almost every day that she was in Illumina. Or at least that's what the rumor is. They continue to call it 'The Queen's Blend' because Princess Victoria still drinks that tea today, and in fact rumor has it, that when she is to become Queen, she wants to make the Queen's Blend the official tea of Illumina." Elizabeth takes another sip of the tea, I do the exact same thing.

"Good huh?" She asks

"Yes, it's brilliant!" I say chucking. She giggles back in joy, or embarrassment, I quite don't know which.

"Bernardo!" She calls, within seconds he is at the table.

"Yes Miss Elizabeth, is something wrong?" He says

"Oh no. Everything is perfect." She says lively "I would like however, for you to bring a tin of loose-leaf Berryblossom White for this lovely gentleman."

"There's no need for that." I say modestly.

"No please, take a tin as a gift from the Illuminans."

"No really, I absolutely couldn't." I persist

"Nonsense, I insist that you take some. Bernardo, make sure that you pull from 'The Queen's Blend'."

"Yes right away." Bernardo says as he walks away and heads to the counter to fulfill the order.

"Thank you Miss Elizabeth, you have shown too much kindness upon me."

"Oh don't be silly Harry." She says looking at me earnestly. "We Illuminans as you will come to discover is that we are a rather gentle and kind people. We aren't all perfect, but we have done the best we can with all the work that we have put into developing this great land."

"Illumina seems like a very progressive magical community. I cannot wait to learn more about this land."

"That's good. Nice to know that you have such an open mind about this land. We Illuminans worried, that you would only be in it for the money. And once you got your share of the money, you would run away. But I don't think you are going to be like that."

"Now why do you think that?" I ask inquisitively.

"Well your half-sister isn't like that. Princess Victoria, has always stated that she wants to move Illumina into a new age, where technology and the traditional magic practices can meet and be considered equals. As the current head of the Royal Parliament, she has help lead the way for technological and alchemic research in the fields of runes, astrology, charms and crystal development. She also created the law to make all magic schools in Illumina free for all students to attend, regardless of station. She believes that children are the future and they should all be allowed to strive for whatever they so desire regardless of however much money they or their parents may have."

"So that means Queen Gloria is a saint huh?"

"I hate to say it Harry, but many people do not hold Queen Gloria in the highest regard like they do your sister. Mainly because, Gloria always takes the credit for the good things that Victoria does to help the people of Illumina. Furthermore, she has done nothing but to help the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. She always claims the glory of Princess Victoria's work, and then has Parliament amend the good laws and turn them into useless laws that don't help the people one bit. The only good thing she has done since reclaiming the throne is that she didn't touch the law that allowed education to be free. And that's solely because she would have had a revolution on her hands if she did have it amended." I take another sip, showing no emotion as to not give away my true feelings.

"She wasn't always like this was she?" I ask. "If there is anything I've learned about people, is that they are twisted badly, but they still have a shred in them somewhere."

"Well, and don't tell anyone this." She says lower. "This is a theory that I have. I believe, that in the beginning, when Queen Gloria was leading for the first time, she was happy. She did many good things, she created the IVP, and along with Parliament, she created the "Magic Makers Code" which gave all members of the land certain rights that couldn't be seized by the government unless with just cause. And until the death of the late King Richard and Prince Armando, she was still happy."

"But when she came back into power for a second time, she seemed more angry and bitter, all of Illumina noticed the change in her. Many people think, it was because of the late Crown Queen Lily, when Queen Lily fled Illumina, it created the rumor, that Lily was the reason for both Richard and Armando's deaths. Ever since then, we as a country constantly notice how Court and Gloria treat Victoria. They taunt her and berate her because she is trying to do good things for her people. We as a people don't praise Gloria, we pity her, and pray for the day that she either dies or hands over the crown to Victoria." I look at Elizabeth in shock. So Illumina, knows also the intense struggle that is shadowing over the royal family.

"I hate to tell you all these things Harry." Elizabeth somberly says. "But it is a blessing from the Powers That Be, that you have come and hopefully will change the balance of power into the favor of our beloved Princess. I know you may not know her well. But the people of Illumina, have watched her grow every single day and with each new day, she grows in the sunlight, waiting for her time to bloom and become the Queen that we as a country truly deserve."

A loud thud, shakes me and Elizabeth from our intense conversation. Glass comes shattering all over the place into a complete disarray. Screams and chaos ensues as I feel myself being pulled to the ground as a whooshing sound, flies past me and in the corner of my eye, I see it. A dagger that was now lodged in a little girl's chest. When all the glass stops flying. I see the little girl fall dead onto the ground, and my eyes widen in horror. I see the girl's mother come running over to her daughter and cradle her. Screaming in the horror of her child's now lifeless body. And as I rise to come over and see if I could help her, I begin to feel my heart and breathing slow down. The sounds of the hysterical mother slow down. I feel as if, the whole world had stopped. All of a sudden, I feel a wave of vertigo racing through every single fiber of my being. The spinning was so intense, that my breathing became labored. As the world raced faster and faster around me, I have no choice but to close my eyes and just ride this wave out. It was if I was on a spinning top, and instead of slowing down it got faster and faster.

Then there was silence and no more movement. My breathing had all together stopped, as if I had just experienced time and space move and stop all at once. And then finally, when I thought my lungs were about to burst, I opened my eyes, and inhaled the biggest gasp of my entire life, then I was right again. I gasped some more for a few moments to fulfill my body's need for oxygen and then everything came back to me again. I was still in The Warming Hut. Elizabeth was gone, and everything was continuing as normal. As if, no attack had just taken place. Elizabeth was gone, I looked at the table, saw only one cup, a tin of Berryblossom White, a chocolate brown leather pouch, and a book.

The Leviathan by Thomas Hobbes. She was the girl from my vision. That's how she knew who I was.

I pick up the book, and lightly flip through the pages. And then a small note falls out onto the table. I pick up the note, opens it, reads it, then drop my jaw in shock. The note said:

Sorry, about running off like that, something came up so I had to run off. If you can, please give this book to Princess Victoria when you see her. It changed my way of thinking, and hopefully it will continue to keep her mind open as well. It was a pleasure to have tea with you Harry, No one will ever believe that I had tea with a legend. May The Powers That Be, bless you and keep you on whatever journey you take.

Your humble servant

Elizabeth

"Harry!" James bellows as he enters The Warming Hut. I quickly hide the book and the note, and stand to meet his gaze. "Are you alright, the attack signal went off." He asks worried.

"Yes James, I'm quite alright." I say as I pickup the Tin and the leather pouch. "I have some things to tell you however."

"Very well, let's get you home and you can tell me all about it." He ushers me out of the café and teleports me back to the house. When I get home, I am immediately put to bed, as if I was little kid or something.

"Don't worry, you can tell us all about what happened tomorrow, but you look terribly shaken, get some rest and we'll hash it all out tomorrow." He says, pushing me into my room. And even though I was extremely close to fighting back, I felt a wave of fatigue come over me, as if the incident had made me weaker than a newborn kitten. I didn't have the strength to fight him, so I got into bed and slept the rest of the night. All the while reliving the incident in my head.