"Oh, hey guys, what are you doing here?" Bronwyn, and I jump, and turn around. Horace is sitting up in bed staring at us.
"Gee, you scared me," Olive says.
"You're awake," says Bronwyn. We are standing by the dresser, Olive's rope in Bronwyn's hand.
"Did you see the future?" I question.
"It's a little fuzzy, but I think I recall Miss Peregrine giving us the antidote," Horace says in a raspy voice as he gets out of bed. Bronwyn sighs.
"Good, she gets back safely with the cure. That's news I want to hear," she says.
"Is everyone upstairs?" Horace asks pointing to the ceiling. I nod. "Well, can we go up there?" Horace asks, walking to the door.
"Sure," I answer. "Come on guys," I say to Bronwyn and Olive. Bronwyn looks at the low door frame and back up at Olive who is all the way up on the ceiling. "Here, let's just tie her to the bedpost until we come back," I say taking the rope from Bronwyn's hand.
"I don't know, Hugh," Bronwyn says.
"It's okay, I'll be fine," Olive calls down. "Just don't be too long." I finish tying the rope to the bed, and Bronwyn nods.
"I promise," she replies, and the three of us leave the room. Upstairs Enoch, Millard, and Claire are talking next to the bathroom. Bronwyn and Horace gasp. "Millard, you're visible!" Bronwyn states. Millard looks down at himself.
"Hey! I am!" He says cheerfully, and pumps his fists in the air. Crash! The bathroom door flies open and Emma and Jake run out, shouting. Behind them, the bathroom is in flames.
"What did you guys do?!" Bronwyn yells. Jake slams the door shut and spins around to face us.
"Emma is out of control," he answers. Emma nods her head furiously, in agreement.
"Why don't you have a shirt on?' Enoch asks. Jake ignores the question and turns to Emma.
"I'm going to go get you some oven mitts. Try to put out the fire," he instructs. Emma nods and repeats the instructions to us. Jake runs downstairs to the kitchen while Bronwyn, Emma, and I barge into the bathroom. Fire is everywhere. I sprint across the flames and turn the shower on. Bronwyn grabs a towel and tries to douse the flames. Emma snatches a cup off the counter and fills it with water, then pouring it over the fiery rug. I unhook the shower head and start spraying water all over the bathroom. When the flames are out, we walk out of the bathroom, ash smeared all over our faces and clothes. Everybody stares at us for a minute, and then Jake appears at the top of the stairs, two oven mitts in hand. Emma rushes over and takes the oven mitts, slipping them over her ashy hands.
"Is everybody okay?" He asks, catching his breathe. Everybody says yes in unison. I turn and look at Horace, who is staring blank eyed at the wall again. Still creepy.
"Where's Olive?" Claire asks, peeking out from behind Bronwyn.
"She's downstairs," Bronwyn says, looking down at the little one. "In Miss P's room." I cough into my arm, and a bee zips out, flying around the room. It flies over to Enoch and attacks his nose.
"Ow!" Enoch yells, and swats the bee to the ground. "It stung me!" He glares at me. "Why'd you do that, Hugh?" Everybody looks at me.
"I didn't do that-" I begin to say, but I cough into my arm again, and six or seven more of my bees begin to fly around the room, stinging people.
"Hugh!" Emma yells. "Stop it." I start coughing again. What's going on? I make eye contact with Jake, and send him a signal with my eyes. Run.
"Everybody run!" Jake yells. My mouth seems to stretch open into a giant O, and swarms of bees begin shooting out, buzzing wildly. I see Millard dragging Horace into a room, and Claire screaming behind them. Enoch is shoving Jake, yelling at him to get moving, and Emma and Bronwyn are close on their tale. That's the last I see of my friends as bee's swarm my vision. They're everywhere. And I can't do anything to stop them.