Third Day

That night, the woman came to sleep directly and instead of her almost see-through nightie, she had on large pyjamas. She merely laid on her bed after putting Noki on the vanity table and promptly fell asleep. I didn't know whether I felt deceived or not by the fact that she wouldn't be using me. Noki, as well, was on silent mode, as with a simple good night, his screen went off. His battery seemed to be quite low as well.

Well, Dick, even you should try to sleep then, I thought, once again thinking that it would be hard to do so as I still had many questions in my mind concerning the day's events.

However, the next time I became conscious again, the sun was already high in the sky. So apparently, I had been able to 'sleep'.

As I started looking around me, I saw an empty box next to me on the vanity. It looked like the packaging for a doll and I could see bubble wrap and tissue paper coming out of its top opening. It hadn't been there yesterday.

'What's this, Noki?' I asked. But he wasn't around. The woman had already woken up and I was alone in the room. As I kept peering at the box, wondering at its contents, the woman came in with a small towel with the embroidery of a pink rose at one end. She opened the towel and laid it flat on the table. Afterwards she reached out for me and wrapped me carefully in the towel so that I was swaddled like a newborn.

Only the tip was left out of the towel and then she placed me in the box I had seen. Well, at least I have the answer to my query now concerning the contents of the box. It had been prepared for me. But why was she packing me up like that? Were we going somewhere? Apparently we were as I felt the box being carried to another room and I was then placed down. I heard a zipping sound above and I guessed that I was in a kind of bag. It felt very frustrating to be deprived of the sense of sight as well as I could only guess at what was happening around.

I was jostled around and could hear a vague thumping sound outside as if I was being carried somewhere. Where could we be going? For a moment, I was frightened as I was completely at the mercy of someone else, but then I thought of the state I was in and wondered what worse could happen to me?

A few hours later I found the box being lifted, but I was still not out of my misery. I heard some muffled voice and what sounded like a very young voice petulantly demanding her gift. I suddenly felt the box being shaken and if the towel had not been around me, it would surely have spelled my doom.

'No, no, that's not your gift, Katie,' I head the woman's voice in the background.

I was shaken some more before finally I felt the box being placed down on a stable surface. After a few seconds I was greeted by silence again.

'Hello?' I cried, but, as expected there was no reply. I felt despair claim me for the first time. I had tried to take everything in my stride, taking it as a weird holiday, but now I was getting really worried. What was going to happen next?