Okay, so first of all, when Charlie was in the Pet's Café last chapter that was before the King's Room and the Midnight Meeting scene.

So anyway, the next day on Friday, everyone was all packed and ready to go home…everyone but…Emma.

Olivia peeked into her room and saw Emma just sitting there with a blank expression. She didn't even start packing!

"Emma! You need to pack; the buses will be here in three hours!" Olivia said, rushing to Emma and shaking her shoulders vigorously.

Emma brushed her blonde hair away and looked at Olivia's face, smiling. "No need, I'm staying here for the weekend. My Aunt Julia understands."

"No need?!" Olivia couldn't believe her ears. "No need? You, stay here? Insane! I mean, how could you survive this place? I'll be surprised if you make it out alive!"

"Olivia, you're panicking too much. I'll be fine. I know I will." Emma said happily.

Olivia choked back a few words and shook her head. "I think we better go get the doctor, the sun's gotten to you."

"No, it hasn't. I think something's getting to your head though." Emma said solemnly. "How could you not join their side? They need you!"

"Who's they?"

"You know…they!" Emma said, standing up to brush her hair. "I'll give you time to think about it. For now, you better go get some breakfast; you only have two hours and fifty-six minutes and seven seconds and three milliseconds left until the buses arrived.

Olivia sputtered, "What? How could you know? Is there some kind of shadow ambushing your mind, Em?"

Emma turned around with one brush in her hand and strands of hair in the other, raising an eyebrow at Olivia. "What are you talking about Liv?"

"I really don't know." she admitted. "But just hear me out, YOU. NEED. TO. GO. HOME!"

"No thank you, I'm quite pleased here." Emma said in a devious voice.

"Pleased? Pleased? You're pleased here? You really need to see a doctor." Olivia muttered, shaking her head. Then her face lit up. "Ohhhhhh!!!! You're acting, aren't you? Well you're very good Em! Maybe you have another talent!"

Emma lay down her brush and said in a cool voice. "No, I'm not acting. I'm an art student Olivia Vertigo…I'm not an actress."

Emma tied her hair in a side ponytail and left the room, feeling a little offended.

Olivia looked up and raised her eyebrow. "Well!" She said with mock offense.

Emma walked huffily to the art room to finish her painting of the sun. She stopped dead in her tracks near the library and shook her head, blinking, like if she came out of a trance. "What am I doing?" Emma asked herself.

"Well done my little dear…well done…" a voice said.

Emma turned and saw no one. She realized that she was imagining things and started to walk somewhere, it didn't matter where. "I said well done child…You have done well. I thank you for letting your mind so open and easy to access to…Now it would be much more easier to get access to the Sculpture…"

Emma turned her head, this way and that, trying to locate the source of the mysterious and haunting voice. "Alas, you will never get it little girl, no matter how hard you try to close your mind…I know all of your inner secrets, I even know things in your mind that you know not of…How? Well…tell me if you want to know."

Emma was still turning, frantically searching. "I want to know, I want to know where you are…" Emma said in a small voice.

"What? What was that? I can't hear you my sweet."

"I said I want to know where you are, who you are, what you're doing to me!" Emma yelled in a panicked voice.

A shadow dawned over her and she stopped moving for two reasons, one, she was dizzy, and two, she was frightened.

"You want to know, now, you may know." said a woman's voice. It sounded sharp and prissy. It also sounded like the voice belonged to a spoiled person. There was another thing that was odd. It sounded so familiar. But it sounded ghostly.

"My dear child…turn around. You may recognize me." The woman said with great patience.

What do I do? Emma thought with fear.

"For starters you can turn around" The woman growled to Emma's thought.

"It's like she can enter my mind…" Emma muttered to herself.

"Oh I can; wonderful endowment it is."

Emma's eyes shot open and she slowly turned.

She screamed…wishing she hadn't turned.