Rose mind was a blur. All she could remember was hitting her head against her treasure chest. Then nothing.
She groaned, and held her throbbing head, her eyes trying to take everything in.
It was a room. She knew that. But it wasn't hers. Rose tried to see if she could remember it from somewhere, but nothing came to mind.
The place was like an attic. Stuffy, and full of dusty objects. Even the bed Rose was sitting in was dusty. The brown sheets were very scratchy.
"Where am I?"
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"Do you think she is alright?"
"Hopefully. I think she chipped a tooth back there"
"Poor girl. Poor poor girl"
"Wait! I think she's awake. Rose?"
Rose sat up in bed. She caught the familar face of Lucky, staring at her, plus two other people.
"Who are you?" she asked the others.
Lucky smiled. "Rose, this is Mr. and Mrs. Lovett. They saved us"
"Saved us? From what?"
Lucky frowned. She sat down on the dusty bed, and began to explain.
Really short, but this is just to cover for the time I spent not updating