"Mr. Charles, will our island sink too?"
Hearing Lily's question, Charles didn't speak. He simply patted her fluffy head and pushed open the door to the Bat Hotel to head toward his own room.
Clearly, he couldn't answer the question; this place itself defied logic. Humans could not even struggle to survive improperly here. To live with dignity, they must find the entrance to the Earth's surface. Once the entrance was located, all problems would be resolved.
Charles sat down on the soft sofa and completely relaxed. Warmed by the glowing fireplace, he drifted into a deep sleep.
Some time passed before Charles was jolted awake by a nightmare.
He discovered that, unnoticed, Linda had been standing by his side, waiting. He checked his pocket watch and saw fours hours had passed.
"Mr. Charles, this sister came two hours ago. I wanted to wake you, but she stopped me," said Lily, who was looking out the window.