Author's Notes: So this chapter is to put you into the mind frame of the characters. Is Adonia nuts, or did she really see something? I guess I'll have to keep writing the next chapter so you'll know.

Chapter 11: A Question of Sanity

I look through my back pack, pulling out the various items and laying them out across my bed. I glance up at the box of soup cans on the counter by the stove before returning my attention back to my belongings. I look through the books. Her Empire, The Beast Within, and Eva's Story. They look fairly interesting, but I have too many things on my mind to be reading right now.

I pull out the pencil and yellow notepad. All the pages are here and it's blank. I write everything that's happened so far. It might be important if my memory should fail me again. Shawn just keeps looking out the window into the fog while Salem dozes as I write. What day is it? Every journal needs a date. "Shawn, what day is it?" I ask, stirring Salem from his dreams.

"Hell, I don't have a clue. Not like it matters much. You gotta doctors appointment back at the hospital or something?" He replies smartly.

"No... I was just curious." I'll just put day one and day two and so forth. That will do for now. After a while, I finish my writings and stow everything back into my bag. "Shawn, how are we gonna get out of here? I don't wanna die."

"I tried leaving already but... There was a huge cliff where the roads leading out of here should be. It feels like we're here for a reason..." He stares off into the distance.

"Wow, Shawn. I didn't take you for the philosophical type." The corners of my mouth turn upwards in a sly smirk.

"Ha. Ha. I'm just stating what I've concluded." He laughs sarcastically.

"Shawn, what did you do before this?"

"More questions? Well, I guess there's nothing better to do... I was an army major. Working hard for our country. What about you?"

"I don't really know... Lack of memories, remember? But I think I was a surgeon. I fixed up Salem all nice and I knew what chemicals to use so I had to be a doctor for sure. Whether for animals or people, I don't know." I say as I think back to how I stitched Salem up.

Shawn simply nods before turning to scan the window once more. I remove the majority of the soup cans and leftover medical supplies before setting them on the counter. I pack up my backpack and slide it onto my shoulders. It's much lighter now. I slip the bag back off and set it onto the bed once more.

I decide that I need something to occupy my hands so I pull out the red nail polish an begin painting my nails. I'm extra careful not to mess them up since I have no nail polish remover. I finish quickly and look my handiwork over. I notice the red is the same color of my shirt. They dry quickly and I grow bored once again.

I pull out the notepad and pencil and begin drawing in the margins, silently admiring my red handiwork out of the corner of my eye. The doodles are random, happy things like flowers, Salem, and Shawn.

Shawn turns and walks into the bathroom before shutting the door behind him. I look up from my rose doodle to see the male figure with a pointed head outside the window. I gasp and sit upright, my back straight as a pencil. I keep my eyes on the figure as I call out. "Shawn. You might want to come see this."

He quickly leaves the bathroom, knocking the soap dispenser off the sink, the noise causing me to flinch. The second my eyes close and reopen, the figure is gone. "There's nothing there. I didn't even get a chance to wash my hands. Ugh. Your mind must be playing tricks on you. Stupid girl." He mumbles as he walks back into the bathroom and shuts the door.

"I know what I saw..." I say sadly. Am I going insane? Maybe it is my mind. I did see some scary stuff today. All that must be affecting me. I look back at my doodles but lack the heart to finish it right now. So I set the notepad and pencil aside before curling up next to Salem and dozing off.