Any sharp or pointy stationary suddenly turns to air at Marlise's touch. The red room has been and will be sealed tight. And finally, warm blankets, a cup of hot cocoa and a copy of the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes materializes beside her. Curious.
The woman has been sharpening a pencil just for the sake of sharpening it. Her thoughts have been all muddled and jumbled ever since she saw that Anon, and she figures the droning of the sharpener will help pull her attention away from them. She takes the pencil out and eyes the sharp tip intently.
Not even a second passes when the pencil suddenly vanishes into thin air, along with the sharpener, the scissors, the stapler, and even the plastic ruler. The woman worries if she’s starting to hallucinate again.
She stares at the new items with caution. They’re not disappearing yet, and they do seem real…
Marlise hesitantly wraps the blankets around her shoulders, sits back down, and begins flipping through the book over to page one.
