"Okay, I'll do the explaining!" said Frederick, as he continued with the story. "So we ended up at a dead end and I looked through a grid in the floor to try and make sense of where we were. What do you think I saw when I peered down? You, lying on a bed fast asleep! You can be sure that I was incredibly confused. And I'm gonna give you the chance to explain that to me once I'm finished here.
 Anyways, me and Alex try and wake you up by yelling but you didn't budge. The next thing we knew some girl comes running in the room, looking for us. She checks every corner of the room before she's finally satisfied that no one else is in there. She thought you were talking in your sleep! So once she's gone, we climbed inside and tried waking you up. No use, you were completely gone. If it weren't for your pulse, I'd have thought you were dead! Alex and I managed to get you up into the vent, which was not very easy, and then we dragged you around until we found this room. It's the main furnace where the heat is produced and hurled into each room on this level. That's about it. Now it's your turn. What were you doing in there and why are you so stoned?"
 I let out a long breath. This was all too much to compute. I decided not to try and fit the pieces together yet, I'd just explain my story. "I met ‘Godiva', and she's a total witch. We, under no circumstances, can let her get a hold of us again."
 Alex and Frederick stared at me. "You met Godiva and you're still alive!" Alex shouted to break the silence. "Oh my god!" he looked at my arm. "She didn't . . . "
 Did she? I'd been fast asleep, who knows what went on between now and then. "I-I don't know . . .  " I muttered. I slowly lifted my sweater to reveal my arm. There was a small black dot, and it was surrounded by red, swollen skin. "Yikes!" I muttered.
 "You were allergic to the dye!" shouted Frederick.
 "Sweet!" I laughed nervously. A small dot I could live with. My arm was itchy now that I noticed the rash surrounding the "tattoo", and I gave it a severe scratching. It looked awful. "Guys, I'm fine you know! You can get on with your story and tell me what's so funny." I said to them. They couldn't stop looking at my arm.
 "Oh, right." Alex snapped back. "Well, I couldn't find my map of the basement and the guys will kill me if I lose a map, so I went back to the vent over top of the closet to see if it might be in there. I got there just as the girls opened the door to see why we were being so quiet. You should have seen the looks on their faces when they found out we weren't there anymore! They discussed it, and decided that because Godiva would have their throats slit if she found out that we escaped, and she would never be brave enough to check on us anyway, they'd lie and say we were still in there! I find it so amusing!"
 Me and Frederick managed a little chuckle from the bottom of our throats. We were just humouring the poor guy. Our spirits were beginning to fade and we couldn't find wit in anything. The only thing that made me feel like I was home, was being in Frederick's arms. He didn't know that, and got up to begin pacing around the room. "I need to think." he said aloud.
 "Me too." Alex and I said. We walked around, thinking quietly. I was analysing the situation, trying to plan our next move, when it hit me.
 "Guys? What are we looking for?" I asked.
 Frederick and Alex stopped pacing. "What do you mean?" they asked.
 "Fred and I want to get home, but we don't even know how to do that, or how to find someone who does. Or even if someone who knows how, exists! What are we doing?"
 The guys looked at the ground. No one knew the answer to that question. Up until now I'd been acting on instinct. I felt somewhere, in the bottom of my heart, that we needed to get to the top. Now here we were, at the top, and the feeling was gone. I didn't know where to go from here.