25: Be Prepared
Trina woke up and sat bolt upright. She blinked at the girl perched on the end of the bed. Her frizzy hair was bright pink and she was grinning at Trina in a most alarming manner.
“All right?” said the pink haired girl.
Trina blinked again. The room was covered in white dust sheets so she could only guess what kind of furniture lay beneath. The bed was a vast four poster antique.
“Where is this?”
The pink haired girl shrugged. “Don’t know. Isn’t it exciting!”
Trina wasn’t sure about that but she was sure about one thing: her head was killing her.
“Come on. You’ve got to see this.” said the pink haired girl. She went out of the room leaving Trina to follow her. It took her a minute to struggle out of the huge bed and stagger out into an endless corridor. Dark wooden doors went on for as far as the eye could see.
“Want to go exploring?” the girl said. She held up a ball of string and tied the end of it to the nearest door handle. “So we can find our way back.”
Then she opened the door.