"One week, I only have one damn week to find him who was apparently swallowed by the ground and I have no clue, no lead to start from." She chanted frustratingly to herself while she kept on pacing back and forth in the room, her arms gesturing in the air with her words.
"What the hell am I supposed to do? To start digging up a tunnel and keep on digging forever or to sit back and watch." She was mocking herself in front of the mirror when a hurricane of memories jerked her out of the present moment.