11:52 PM

She started stirring. But sleep caught her and she closed her eyes again. Finally, she opened her eyes again and this time she won. Amy woke up and sat up in a bed of black silk. Memories of what had happened before she passed out came back to her. Ian...not dead...fangs...none of it made any sense. She had a theory, but first she had to get out of here. Stepping out of the bed, Amy found herself not in her usual pajamas with an old T-shirt and shorts, but a beautiful black nightgown made of warm cotton. Now even more confused, Amy cautiously stepped out of the room that she was in. Her Madrigal instinct tells her that she should watch her back, so she creeps along the side of the wall. As she creeps along the wall, hopefully unseen, she takes in her new surrounding environment.

The entire space that she was in was dark and cold (thank God for the warm nightgown!). There was a theme of darkness along the entire environment, from the ceiling to the floor. Judging by her position, Amy deducted that she was on the second floor of...wherever she was. There was nothing but black and red around her, in fact Amy was worried that she might of gone color-blind just because of the black and red. The walls were black. The curtains were black with red trimming. There was a red piano, but the black keys were red and the white keys were red. Overall, the color scheme was overrated. But Amy had no time for a redecoration. She had to get out of wherever she was.

11:57 PM

Without getting caught, Amy made it outside of wherever she was and found herself on an island. She ran to the outskirts of the island to find that, instead of water, the island was at least 200 feet above the rocky bottom below.

I can't jump, that'd be suicide, she thought. I wonder what would happen if I just climbed down... So, Amy started climbing down the cliff of the island. Careful not to snag her nightgown to the rocks, she started inching slowly down the side of the island/mountain.

11:59 PM

She was so close to the bottom that if she tried to reach out now, she could cut her finger on one of the sharp rocks that was at the bottom of the island. Luckily, there was some sort of beach underneath these rocks. If Amy could just reach that beach...

However, fate did not seem very kind of her, as at exactly 12:00 PM bats started flying out from the plateau above her. Just as she was about to look up, she slipped and started falling. Amy braced herself for hitting one of the rocks, but instead she felt arms swoop her up and carry her back all the way up to the plateau. Amy was set down on the edge of the cliff where she was three minutes ago, then she heard swooping from behind her. She turned to see Ian Kabra, with bat wings. Ian flexed his back and the bat wings flexed into his back. Other than his wings, Ian wore a regular dark burgundy shirt and black silk pants. Ian gestured to the shelter that was before them on the plateau and said,

"I suppose I have a lot of explaining to do."