Duncan waited. It was nearly 11 now. Confused, he walked down the hall to his sister's room. His body swayed like one would on a boat. Every gentle breeze rocked the jail he lived on violently. During the day it was easy to ignore, with the distractions of life, but at night, alone, with nothing but his thoughts, it made him ill. He was half happy to be up, to escape the terrors of his dreams. No news ever came of the Baldulaires so he was stuck with only what his imagination come conjure. He finally reached his sister's room. It was only 4 feet away but to him to walk took forever. Before he opened the cracked door a horrible feeling of burning hot come over him, leaving him icy cold, something he had never felt in his 13 years of misery felt. Pure pain and shock. His hand frozen on the door, he stood silent. Isadora was gone. Suddenly as quick as the shock had come he fell over into her room. His stomach turned, it flipped, it did amazing feats of acrobatics. He rolled over onto his back and lifted himself up. Where did she go?
Then he saw the window open. "Isadora..." he gasped. His mind flew quickly from accusation to accusation. She didn't! She wouldn't! She would NOT do this to me! He saw the parachute by the side of her bed. Before he knew what he was doing he was in the same position his sister was just minutes before her ending fall. Duncan jumped into the night, pulled his rip cord, and descended slowly upon the earth.
Then he saw the window open. "Isadora..." he gasped. His mind flew quickly from accusation to accusation. She didn't! She wouldn't! She would NOT do this to me! He saw the parachute by the side of her bed. Before he knew what he was doing he was in the same position his sister was just minutes before her ending fall. Duncan jumped into the night, pulled his rip cord, and descended slowly upon the earth.