The sounds of shuffling around the room caught her attention. Esme felt her limp body being pulled into the arms of another. Her fingers were trembling from the after-effects of whatever happened to her. They began to spasm every couple of seconds. She wished she could remember. Something was missing. It was as if the last few hours had passed by, leaving a large hole in the middle of her brain. Her eyes locked with his, and a force of air had pushed straight back into her lungs. The scent of vanilla and oakwood flooded into her nose, allowing her to relax in his hold. He was in her reach, and she could breathe again. The daylight shined through his balcony windows outlining his tired features.