What lies behind us
and what lies before us
are tiny matters compared
to what lies within us.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON
Don Ralph was sitting in his room at the DeAngelis chamber, The room was a classic, it was painted all white and had paintings hanging at every corner of its walls. The large windows allowed him to have a proper view of the beautiful scenery of the mansion. He had been staring out the window for the past 2 hours lost in thought. He had been thinking about Elle. He couldn't stop himself from worrying about her, from missing her. He had refused to let his mind expect the worse, rather he had been very hopeful that they would soon find her.
'Elle is strong. She'll be alright. Was what he kept telling himself whenever he thought about her or that something bad might have happened to her.'
'Who could have possibly kidnapped Elle?'