I woke up with a jerk. I sat up, then immediately groaned and lay back down. Whenever I enlarged things I always had a killer headache afterwards. I carefully stood up and looked around. I spied my charms and hurridly stuffed them in my boot. Nobody else seemed to be here. “Hello?” I said. No reply. I raised my voice. “Finley, where are you?” I started to get nervous. I really did not want to be in this place alone.
I am a writer. If I seem cold, it's because I am surrounded by drafts. -Unknown Author