A/N
Sorry I haven't been updating. I've been in the hospital with an appendicitis. Then there were some complications, and I had to go into surgery again. Needless to say, it's been a while since I've been able to write. It's my goal to finesh this story and make it the best it can be. This chapter takes place a few days after Isabel's arrival at Chrestomanci Castle. I'm planing to rewrite the last chapter, but please don't ask me to describe the castle from Isabel's point of view. It's my feeling that DWJ did that accurately enough in her books, and making my own version would just be repeating her descriptions. Anyway, this authors note is long enough already, so enjoy the story!
Cat shuddered under the covers in fear. His nightmares were getting steadily worse, and he didn't know why. Cat didn't like to talk about his dreams. He didn't want to worry anyone. But still, he was upset.
Cat climbed out of bed and decided to take a walk around the castle. But as he stumbled around in the dark, he heard a sound, small and helpless. Like a child whimpering in the dark. Somehow, Cat could not resist that sound!
He ran toward the noise, searching! Cat took a thousand turns, without even noticing. He was frantic! The sound got louder and louder, someone needed help! The air got dank and musty, Cat found himself running down a flight of stairs at breakneck speed. He was afraid, and yet, he couldn't stop. Someone needed him! The corridors blurred by, Cat couldn't even tell where he was!
Everything came to a shuddering halt, and Cat felt as if he'd been on a particularly fast carnival ride. He fell to the ground and vomited. Cat slowly opened his eves and looked around. He had a splittling headache, and didn't seem to be able to move. The cool stone floor felt nice against his burning forehead. All he wanted to do was sleep.
That was when Cat saw something out of the corner of his eye. It was white, and it looked like a ghost in the dark. Cat mustered up his strength and lifted his head. It was Isabel! She was laying uncontious on the floor!
"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?" Asked the cruelest voice that Cat had ever heard. The voice belonged to a tall man wearing foxy tweeds.
Isabel came to with a start, "Uncle Ralph? What are you doing here?"