part 2 of this
It had been a week since John brought you home.
One full week and you still had not woken up.
John was beginning to worry, merely for the fact that if you never woke up, the society that he never cared for would surely have his head.
Not to mention, your family. They were surely worried for you as well. You had to be someone’s kid. Someone’s sibling. Someone had to care for you.
At first, he thought something had to be wrong with you. Maybe the reason you weren’t waking up was because you had fallen and hit your head. He had seen too many people die that way. He hated to imagine that was what was going on with you.
But, when he brought the local doctor out, he shook his head. You were completely fine. He had no clue why you weren’t waking up and neither did John. The doctor said the best thing to do was to just wait.
So, in the meantime, John had spent most of the week holed up in his office, drafting letters to the neighboring estates and lands, asking if they knew of someone matching your description. He was sure one of them would know who you were. They had to.
And that is exactly what he was doing when a knock echoed on his door, followed by the voice of his family butler, “Sir? May I come in?”
“You may.” John huffed, dipping his quill into the ink pot beside him.
The butler slipped in and set a tray of tea on the side table, “There is news of the mysterious stranger you have lying in your bedroom, sir.”
John eyed the man carefully from behind his reading glasses, trying to discern what the news could be from his demeanor alone. Unfortunately for him, the man had been trained extremely well. He was revealing nothing.
John sighed and sat back, removing his glasses, “Good news, I hope?”
“It is better news than we were expecting at this point, sir.”
“Has there been a response to one of my letters?”
“Better.”
“What could be better than that?”
“Sir, they are awake.”
Well.
That certainly changed things.
Part 3
