"John?" I yelled, but there was no answer from the door. "I can't hear anything. Is he gone?" I whispered to myself, anxiety creeping in.
"Elenore! Where are you?" John's voice echoed, sounding so close, as if he were right next to me.
"Yes, I'm inside!" I yelled back, relief flooding through me.
"Where are you?" he asked, confusion evident in his tone.
"What do you mean, where am I?" I replied, my heart racing. His voice was so near, yet I couldn't see him.
"I'm inside too! I can't see you!" he said, his frustration matching my own.
"What?!" I exclaimed, the realization hitting me hard.
"Where are you? Your voice is close, but I can't see you. It's so dark," John said, frustration in his tone.
"Dark? John, it's not dark," I replied, confused.
"Elenore, I can't see! It's dark; there's only moonlight here," he insisted.