( Marco's POV )

It felt like it has been years since the last normal day, the day on the forest.

It felt so long since I saw mama and papi.

It felt so long since I last shared that kiss with Star.

I kind of lost track of time, staying cooped up in this place. But I was glad to have her.

I think it was nighttime, because suddenly, randomly, I felt really tired.

"Good night," I thought to myself.

"Good night my cute bear!"

Star is such an adorable person.

I closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep...

HOURS LATER...

When I awoke, Star was gone.

I got up from my comfortable sleeping position in shock. I felt the familiar dreaded dizziness you get when there a lack of oxygen in your brain. (science crap haha)

I had to wait for a few seconds before the feeling finally went away.

I stood up on my feet, looking around frantically.

That's when I realised that I could move.

I could walk.

I was free from the spell.

I felt ecstatic, finally all this was over. I just need to find Star and we can finally escape.

Where was she?

I looked around again, this time helplessly. Looks like my initial burst of joy was useless.

Then, my eyes settled on the pastel pink post it.

Pastel pink is Star's favourite colour.

I grabbed the note hastily, reading the words on the paper. I recognised her handwriting.

'Marco, this is Star. A lot of things have happened, and I'm ok. I hv to settle smth else. STAY INSIDE THE ROOM, DONT GO OUT THERE R A LOT OF CAMERAS AND THEY R WATCHING. STAY INSIDE. I WILL COME BACK WHEN ITS SAFE. ttyl. '

Her last few sentences were written quickly and messily.

Stay here? Will staying in this place really ensure my survival?

Every cell inside of me was screaming for me to run and escape from here. 

I didn't know what to choose.

I looked at the note in my hands and probably re-read it a million times.

Then it struck me.

Star hated using short forms.

I remembered how she used to chide me whenever I text someone and I don't use proper words and sentences in my messages.

She would two about how we should all respect the language, and not abuse it.

I remembered how we used to debate about it and how she would frown in annoyance.

This is definitely Star who wrote it, and she was forced to write it.

Which means she isn't safe.

Which means I need to go save her.

Without hesitation, I stuffed the note in my pocket and ran out of the hall.