The Riddle Of Riddles

Chapter Seventeen.

> Scott <<

Oh poo. What the hell was I supposed to do now? Call for help!

No phone!

"Fu**! Come one Xena wake up."

I thought of carrying her back to the fresh air but I wouldn't of been able to carry her all that way.

"God Scott your useless. Chill, right take a deep breath. In," I filled my lungs "and out. There we go, right first aid, what do I know?" I talked to myself to calm me down and keep myself company.

After checking her pulse and breathing I realised that there was noting else I knew.

"Ahh sh**. Im stuck up the creek without a paddle as grandma would say..."

Instantly the room changed. It felt alive. I felt the air stir although there was no breeze. "hello?"

There was a figure it was hazy at first but it got clearer and clearer. Soon it was Crystal clear.

Grandma?

She was stood right there it looked so real.

She slowly approached me and put down a large glass of water, before kneeling opposite me. She looked at me, then the water, then Xena.

I knew what to do. I took the water and pored some on my hand, then flicked a bit on Xenas face.

Her eyes flickered oped slowly. Xena looked at me and then grandma, her eyes filled with emotion.

Shock.

Confusion.

Pain.