Along the passage, Deborah was walking all alone.
She was sad and dull.
Lucy had just reminded her of the past,and she was sober.
The voices of her grandfather's scream could be heard,echoing round in her head.
Images of what happened, appeared in her head.
The image of the people, surrounding her and her grandfather,with their weapons with them.
Looking at the both of them, like hungry beasts.
She was frightened, as she tried to get the image out of her head.
"It's all in the past.Think of something else",Deborah said to herself, trying to focus.
Meanwhile,Blue,who was up to no good,came out from a room.
He looked left and right,then smiled happily.
He went back inside,and came back with a gallon of oil,which he dragged out with his mouth,with the help of the rope around it.
Seeing that no one was around,Blue pulled the gallon to the opened part of the castle.