So it turned out that Henry survived. He was still the same, just happier than before, his eyes bright with a kind of innocent light I hadn't seen in the mansion. He walked up to me with that same lanky, awkward stride and handed me a small plastic toy, a little dinosaur. "Welcome back," he said, his voice cheerful and light.
I sat down on the couch, leaning back into the soft cushions. My head was spinning as I tried to process everything, wondering what was happening and how the hell he was still alive. It felt like a fever dream.
"Can someone please explain to me how someone who was swallowed by a snake is alive and well?" I asked. My voice came out a bit louder than I intended, echoing through the living room.
