WILLOW'S POV
"Willow! Wake up!" A voice calls overhead.
"What?" I groan, slowly adjusting my eyes. "Alfie?"
Alfie is hovering over me, his hand extended. I'm guessing this means I have to get up. He yanks me upright and drags me down the corridor.
"Alfie, might I ask where we're going?"
He stops abruptly, then turns to face me.
"Ok, this might sound crazy, but last month, before you even knew about Sibuna, I was walking down this hallway."
"Ooh! Scary! Walking down a corridor!" I joke.
"I wasn't finished!" Alfie interjects. "Look, anyway, I was talking to the Sibunas. When we disbanded, I went into the opposite direction of the rest of them. Right around here…" he gestures to the air. Very specific. "I crashed into a door. Again, I know this sounds weird, but there was this massive brown door with golden hinges. No one else seemed to notice it, which I thought was weird, so I went inside.
"Inside, well, it was horrifying. Flasks and vials lined cobwebbed shelves along the walls, and severed animal heads hung, staring at me with cold, dead eyes."
"Alfie…" I say. "What's going on?"
"I can't be sure, but I'm pretty sure I found the secret entrance to Madame's lair. I don't know why I was the only one who found it, but now I'm wondering if it was meant to be a ploy to get me in there. I… I wonder if Madame thinks I'm weak minded and she showed me this room to lure me in and capture me, maybe hold me for ransom. Can… Can you see the door?"
I solemnly shake my head. "Sorry Alfie, no, I don't see it. Wait… have you been in it since?"
He shuffles his feet and can't meet my eyes. "Well, yeah… But I just wanted to be the hero for once. I thought maybe I'd find some incriminating evidence that pointed towards what is happening."
I take his hand. "Alfie, you are not weak minded, and you're not some big failure. You're a hero to me!" I kiss him gently. "Just promise me you won't go back in there. If you're right, then, well, this isn't safe for you at all. Promise?"
"Promise."