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seemed to calm.  He began to stroke her auburn hair, admiring how soft it was.  Gabe was so captivated by Sophie, he didn’t realize his hands had begun to burn.  He heard Uri’s muffled voice and as he looked up at him, he felt an overwhelming feeling of nausea and realized everything had become blurry.
    Uri was turned, looking at him, shouting something, but at that point, Gabe couldn’t hear him.  A moment later, Gabe felt like the car was spinning uncontrollably.  The nausea overcame him.  He seriously thought he might be sick.  He looked down at Sophie to make sure she was still alright.  His hands were holding her head gently, but they no longer seemed like his hands.  There was a glowing, blue light coming from his palms.  He began to hyperventilate.  Everything went black.

Chaprter Four
    Gabe awoke, surrounded by a room that was quite foreign and looked like it was straight out of the pages of a Dracula novel.  Tapestries hung all around on the stone walls in what was a meager attempt to warm up the room.  The four-poster bed he was lying in had carvings on all four posts that were incredibly intricate.  
    Gabe pulled back the heavy blankets and made his way down to the end of the bed to get a better look.  Glancing down, he realized he had been redressed and was wearing what he would best describe as a gown.  Gabe blushed at the thought of someone seeing him undressed, or worse, seeing him in this get up.
    Stepping off from the end of the bed he cringed as his skin touched the bitter, cold, stone floor.  Gabe looked at the post and studied the carvings of warriors and chariots across the upper half; the carvings almost seemed to tell a story.  His admiration of the work, however, was short lived as he panned down the post.  Gabe was horrified by the images of dark and monstrous creatures on the bottom.  The creatures had long claws and horns.  For a quick moment, he had a flash of the haunting figures from the night before.
    As Gabe stared at the images, he lifted one foot and then the other to help lessen the discomfort of the cold on his bare feet.  He began to hop with both feet as the pain worsened.  It felt like needles were pricking his soles over and over.  The cold of the ancient, bare, stone floors was just too much to tolerate any longer.  He looked around frantically for a rug to stand on.
    Much to his delight, Gabe discovered just feet away were a pair of crisp, clean slippers.  Gabe bolted to the nearby shoes and slid them on; amazed they fit.  As Gabe stood there, curling his toes and admiring the perfectness of the fit, he heard a throat clearing cough across the room.  
    Gabe glanced up.  Near the glowing fire were two high back chairs.  In one sat Sophie, leaned back with her leg casually draped over the side, staring at him with a slight smile.  Gabe was stunned by how Sophie looked in the glow from the fire.  
    She looked downward sheepishly and said, “I think there should be a robe on the chest at the foot of your bed.”  
    Gabe quickly looked down and remembered his dress-like gown situation.  In a panic, he covered his important areas with his hands, hoping the fire had not revealed too much and darted for the end of the bed.  Sliding on the robe and quickly securing it, he took a deep breath to regain his composure.
    Though he was incredibly embarrassed, Gabe was also absolutely thrilled that Sophie was here, sitting, smiling, laughing and most importantly, well.  As quickly as the thought popped into his mind, another pushed it out.  Gabe was baffled by the idea that he could come to care so much for someone so quickly.  Who was this girl and why did he feel so compelled to make sure she was safe?
    “Would you like me to leave?”  Sophie asked, clearly unsure if she had upset him with her presence.
    Gabe wasted no time in his response.
    “Of course not.” He walked over to where she sat and took a seat directly across from her, after making sure