Chapter 15
“Iris,” I hear again, and opening my eyes I see Professor Arthur Miles, bent over me, frowning and flustered.
“Hi,” I say, my voice hoarse.
“What on earth happened to you?!” he exclaims, relieved and angry at once.
“How did you get in?” I ask, instead of answering his question.
“The door was open,” he tells me.
“Oh…” I say.
“So what happened?” he insists.
“Ok, but how did you come up with the idea of coming here?” I ask.
“You phoned me!” he exclaims, emphasising every letter of his three word reply.
“Oh, I phoned you? I cannot recall that,” I say pensively.
Arthur remains silent, waiting for me to continue.
“I drank a potion and then I had a dream-” I start.
“You mean you used drugs and then you hallucinated?” Arthur retorts.
“We have to go to a monastery,” I state, ignoring his comment.
Arthur sights.
“Which monastery are you talking about now?” he asks me.
“Are there any monasteries around here?” I want to know.
“Something weird is happening here,” he tells me.
“Arthur, do you know if there are any monasteries around here?” I insist, addressing him by name for the first time ever.
“There is a place four hours from here. It’s a very strange spot, I ended there long ago…” he starts, and pauses, lost in some thought.
“What about it?” I ask, “Why do you call it strange?”
“I…I cannot say,” he replies, his tone low.
“Let’s go,” I decide.
“I don’t know what we’re getting into,” Arthur mumbles, lowering his eyes.
“We are already into it, Arthur,” I say, locking my yes onto his, still lying on the floor.
“Gosh Iris. Ok, let’s go,” he capitulates, offering me his hand and pulling me up.