Jovlin was so angry at The Mask that she forgot about an obvious fact that hindered her exit. The way she had come was only an entrance; she would never be able to climb out that way. She sat for a while on the pile of pillows, waiting until she was sure The Mask must be gone before she stepped back towards the room. She cautiously entered, trying to avoid any confrontation with The Mask. Seeing that the room was empty, Jovlin headed towards the back of the room. She found the exit, but turned around before leaving. Jovlin considered taking some books with her.

There was one place she felt alone. It was a tree; a tree with a seat almost carved into its base. Though it was in the middle of a pasture, no one would think of looking for her there... she couldn't go back to the house. Not now.

She needed to be alone. Alone.

Millie could feel tears slipping out of her eyes and down her cheeks, and before she knew it, there were ragged sobs coming from her lips. Clamping a hand over her mouth, she ran faster towards the tree; she was almost there now. Just a little further...

With a deep breath, she stepped across the threshold of the ballroom and into the hall. She started to go for the nearest staircase, but then paused to listen. All was quiet- they were probably outside playing croquet or badminton, giving Millie the perfect opportunity to slip outside the back way without being noticed. Even thought she had wanted to speak to her Grandparents, not facing them would make her much more at ease when it came time to speak to the Doctor. In spite of her jumpy nerves, she was half-rejoicing in being alone in the house when she heard a voice behind her.

Four Thousand Five Hundred Forty Nine 4 Thousand 5 Hundred 49 4549 days Such a long time and I have a hard time remembering. Of course, I do have memories, and fond ones at that. But I have a hard time remembering what it feels like. What it was like for the first 650 weeks of my life. I remember that it was care free. I didn’t have any long term worries. I remember once, when I was six and we went sledding for P.E. I can’t help but smile. 393,088,680 seconds. How precious each one was. For about 2.5 years, I didn’t have many friends. I was lonely.

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She knew just how she was going to tell him. She was going to look him straight in the eye and say, 'Doctor, you will never see me again.'

No no... that's not going to work, Millie thought as she walked home from work.

Previous Chapter

Pete was an inventor.
He could fix any appliance or machine that you could possibly imagine.
But he was bored.
The age of inventions seemed to have ended when Pete's father died.
The one thing Pete wanted to do was have some sort of adventure, which led to his doing lots of extreme sports.
Like sailboarding.

When she awoke, Millie found herself in the music room. Only it wasn't the music room, it was her room. For a moment, she had thought that she was still in the past, but the realization was that her belongings were in the room.

He's not here. Why on earth was that the first thing that crossed her mind?

JUST AS AN EXPLANATION, THIS IS STILL LIKE THE NEXT CHAPTER IN THE STORY, BUT IT IS ALSO THE FIRST PART OF SEVERAL EXCERPTS FROM JEREMY DRAMES' JOURNAL WHICH ARE INTEGRATED INTO THE STORY AND WILL HELP EXPLAIN THINGS LATER ON.
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Jeremy Drames
Sky Screen Log #1
August 14, 2020
4:39 a.m.

Kamber vaguely noticed the astonishment in Jovlin’s expression. Personally, he had ceased to be amazed by the number of books several years back, and he had grown up around the light bulbs. He turned away from her and walked over to the only darkened bulb in the room. Reaching into a hatch at the top of the bulb, Kamber pulled out a book. The cover was made of an old green leather and was fairly plain.

Chapter V To the Old House--Again
“Okay, Kayla, I think we should tell the Sheriff about this, don't you?” Abby asked.
“Yes, I think your right, lets go later today, like twelve in the afternoon, okay?” Kayla suggested.
“Okay, why not? Meet you by the river.”