"Oh, you're awake now," I heard a familiar voice say.
Surprised I scanned the room and found a small boy coming toward me I hadn't. With the bright light coming through the windows of the room I didn't see his face properly till he was next to me.
His dark hair and blue eyes instantly recognized him.
"Marco?" I asked him in confusion. "What are you doing here?"
He should be at the mansion with my father and Diana.
His eyes then nervously averted away from mine. He didn't say anything.
As I looked at him and wondered why.
"Were you kidnapped too?"I asked him. If he was going through the same I went through, perhaps that's why he was nervous.
"We should go and eat, you must be hungry," he told me.
He didn't answer my question again. "Why won't—" I was about to ask when my stomach suddenly grumbled. I actually was hungry.
"Come I haven't lunch either," he said to me.
"When did I get here?" I asked him.
"Yesterday," Marco replied.
