The last thing I can remember is just a long empty road. But
for the life of me I can’t remember where it would be.
I remember tress and a woods but that's all. Was there any markings? Was there anything
unfamiliar? The whole road felt
unfamiliar but at the same time felt kind of safe. Safer then I feel now, Emily thought.
Mark started to walk upstairs and barged into the room. What you doing there Hun, he said kind of
sheepish.
I'm just trying to remember what happened the last few weeks
she said, trying to hid what she has actually wrote down, Felling that Mark
would think something was up if he saw what she wrote. Oh he said looking at the papers intensely,
Can you not remember then, can you not remember anything at all?
That's a strange question to ask, not really, Mark if
something happened would you tell me.
No Mark snapped back.
That was a bit intense even he's expression thought that it was
too. Before anything else could be said
mark turned out the room mumbling sorry as he went.
Emily frozen, she can’t believe that conversation actually
happened.
What is going on?
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