SEVENTY-EIGHT

STEFAN POV

"Please Stefan, wake up! Stefan, wake up!! Stefan. Please WAKE UP!!"

I slowly come out of the darkness feeling little soft hands shaking me and hearing the soft words surrounded by sobs of a young female's voice. I open my eyes and as they slowly focus; I realise it is young Chrysta.

"Stefan? How did we get here? Where are we?"

She sounds so confused. It's a little foggy and I have one hell of a headache, but I slowly remember the message, the search with Charlotte, Michael and Owen and then the gas. I put my hand on Chrysta's cheek.

"Chrysta?? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"Stefan, I have a sore head, but other than that, I seem to be fine. Where are we?"

"Don't you know?"

"No! Stefan? How did we get here?"

"Come on Chrysta! Don't play around. How could you not know where we are? We came looking for you. You sent Charlotte a message saying you were lost." I look around the room,

"No Stefan, honestly I don't know, the last thing I remember is walking down one of the halls in