Claire's Point of View

After the weird visit to Amelie's, I needed to see Myrnin. I know he said not to come, but this wasn't something I couldn't tell him over the phone.

Going down the steps and arriving in the lab, I looked around. No Myrnin. Then I heard him in his bedroom, probably talking to himself. I walked to the bedroom door and was about to open when it opened itself and Myrnin stood there.

"Claire. What are you doing here?"

"I came to talk to you about something." I said, looking around him. I saw something or... someone under a duvet. Myrnin shifted and I couldn't see anymore. "What's under the sheets?"

"Just some parts to a machine I am building." He said, dismissively. "Why couldn't you phone?"

"Well because anyone could, you know listen in or walk in on me." I said. "So, Amelie hasn't changed her behaviour."

Myrnin shrugged. "As I said, it's a phase." I looked around him again and I'm sure I saw a face. Of course Myrnin blocked my view again. "Maybe you should. We will talk about this later, yes?"

"No. Who is under the sheets?" I asked. I can be stubborn if I want to and I am not leaving until he shows or tells me.

"What makes you think there is someone under there?" He asked innocently.

"I saw a face. Who is it, Myrnin? I am not leaving until you tell me." I crossed my arms. Myrnin shrugged.

"It's just a mask I found. There I told you, now leave." He spun me around and pushed me away but I turned around.

"No! Show me."

"Claire, there is really nothing to see." Myrnin said.

"I'll believe that when I see it."

"No, Claire. I am your boss and I am ordering you to leave now." He said. I rolled my eyes.

"If you have nothing to hide, why can't I see?"

"Because there is nothing." Myrnin said. I must be getting on his nerves, but I will not move until I see for myself.

"Let me in!"

"No. Go away, Claire." Myrnin said and shut the door. I banged on the door.

"Myrnin let me in now! Or I will make something up to Amelie." No answer. I banged again. "Myrnin!" I yelled. The door opened.

"Fine! Suit yourself. But under NO CIRCUMSTANCES can you tell a soul." Myrnin said and opened the door wider. I walked and gasped.

Amelie lay on the bed with a tube coming out of her stomach. "What is she doing here? And why is she sleeping?"

"One of my experiments went wrong. She was supposed to feel tired or fall asleep, but I couldn't wake her." He got a baby wipe and wiped away the blood on her stomach.

"So... What have you been doing? Who is that in Amelie's office?"

"Someone made a... robot. She's programmed to carry out whatever the real Amelie does." He threw the wipe in an already overflowing bin.

"Have you tried to fix it?"

"Of course I have! Nothing works." He sat down on the chair besides Amelie's bed and watched her. Then she began speaking.

Amelie's Point of View (dream world)

This time when I woke up, I was in a different room. Oliver sat in a chair at the foot of the bed.

"I have been waiting for you to wake up." He said standing up and walking over to me.

"Where am I?" I looked around the sea green room. Everything is different shades of green with the duvet having lovely patterns on.

"It's another room. In my house." He said. I felt a stabbing pain in my stomach and blood stained my pyjamas. Oliver looked horrified. "What do you... Uh remember?"

"About what?" Another stabbing inside then nothing.

"Umm... Never mind. Just don't worry about the pain. I'll get it sorted." He said, squeezing my hand.

"Should I remember something?" Oliver shook his head.

"Never mind. You can get dressed if you want and meet me outside." Oliver said and left the room.

"Amelie?" A very faint voice whispered. I looked around.

"Hello?"

"How will... help?" I heard another voice and looked around again.

"Just... to her." I closed my eyes and listened for where the voices came from.

"Hello?" I said quietly.

"Amelie.. wake up..." the soft whisper came louder and I opened my eyes. Still, no-one was here.

"I'm losing my mind..." I said to myself. I stood up and thought of a blue jumper with matching trousers. Then I went outside.

When I stepped out of the door, the sky had turned from white to yellow, almost orange colour. Oliver stood against the house watching the sky.

"Nice sky, isn't it?" He asked.

"It's different." Oliver looked at my clothes and smiled.

"You have such great tastes in clothes. I wish I did." He chuckled. "So where do you want to go today?"

"I... I don't know." I said, thinking back to the voices I heard.

"What's on your mind?" Oliver asked, taking my hand. I shook my head.

"Nothing." Oliver gave my hand a squeeze.

"Please tell me. You can tell me anything." I shook my head.

"Really it's nothing." I pulled my hand away. Oliver went to kiss me, but I pushed him away. He didn't take no for an answer, and tried to kiss me again. "Stop it."

"There is something wrong. I can sense it. Tell me now." Oliver said, holding my face.

"It's nothing. I just don't want to kissed right now." I pushed his hands away. "So where are we going?"

Oliver was silent for a while, before sighing. "Another restaurant?" I shook my head.

"No, not if you are going to make a waiter slit his wrist." I shivered at the memory. Oliver looked mildly surprised which puzzled me. "What is it?"

"Oh... nothing." He said. "Of course. The waiter could get a bag, if you like." A thought occurred to me.

"May I ask something?"

"Of course, my Lady." Oliver said.

"What happens when I close my eyes?" Oliver sighed and shrugged.

"Don't worry about it. You sleep that's all." He pushed my hair behind my ear.

"Amelie!" The voice came again louder. I looked around. Why were these voices only appearing in my head? Why was I going insane now?

"Amelie, what is it? Tell me now." Oliver said. I shook my head.

"I thought I heard something. My mistake." I looked up at the first floor window. "Do you mind if I not go to the restaurant? I would like to lie down."

"Not until you do something for me." I glared at him.

"I'm not kissing you. So drop it."

"The door won't appear, unless you do." I looked behind me. There is just a blank wall. I felt irritated so just so I can lie down, I quickly kissed him. Oliver pinned me against the wall holding my wrists.

"More than that, Amelie. Show me you love me. You do, don't you?" I growled and pushed him off, but he wouldn't budge. "For me."

"Oliver, get off me. Now." I glared at him. He smiled.

"Your stuck here. Unless you show me." His personality changed; I could see it. He wouldn't let me go unless I made out with him or something.

"No!"

Oliver stopped smiling. His eyes turned red and his grip on my wrists tightened. "Then this will only hurt a little. And you won't remember any of it." He placed his hands on either of my head then a blinding pain shot through my head, like the worst headache I had ever had. I struggled to get his hands off and before I passed out I heard him whisper.

"You're mine now."