I awoke, wincing at the sudden, dim, linoleum lights in my eyes. I looked around, other demons meeting my gaze with a hearty glare, or snarl. I watched in interest, feeling numbed and lost. 

Where is Howell? Where was the guard who brought me here? Where had all these demons even come from? Where was the noise, the murmuring, mumbling growls? Where was the noise of scuffling feet, laughter, sadness?

What medicine had the Star-Keeper given me? What was this place? What had happened to me? What have I forgotten? What have I missed?

Why was I here and not in the room where the mirror showed most? Why can't I laugh and shudder and watch Howell read and eat his worms? Why here of all places? 

How had the guard slipped me past the other Star-Keeper's, and hell, how had he slipped me past mine? How had everything gone from a good end to shit in a matter of days? How had I gone from a nice couch to a hard steel bed in the blink of an eye?

Thoughts whirled through my brain as I looked down, tears falling onto my hands. I had promised myself I wouldn't cry- Im so cliché. I let out a harsh sigh, curling into a ball. I miss my dear friend Howell.