Come With Me

Thomas knocked on the door and, after a few moments of silence, he opened it. The study's center bore a gaping hole in the foundation where Thomas had been dragged down. He inhaled sharply at the thought of the family's fate. Even if it was just a single story fall, he doubted they would survive. Luckily, the fireplace and the desk had made it out relatively stable. "Hello, are you guys still here?" he whispered.

"Thomas?" Mr. Fisher's hushed voice was music to Thomas's ears. The man heaved the reading chair out of his way and gawked at the young noble. "You're...skinnier?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine," Thomas lied through his teeth.

Mr. Fisher shrugged: "I saw the creature pull you down and I assumed the worst. Are you even human?" He said it in a joking fashion. If it were any other day Thomas would have chuckled. Maybe Mr. Fisher knew exactly what he was saying. Had he overheard Thomas's conversation with Shay?