He had forgotten the way. Draco didn’t recognize the door to their room in the corridor where they Apparated. He chewed his lip as he looked around, his blood boiling. He thought he could hear the echo of footsteps underneath the mental alarm bells ringing in his ears. Was the mansion creaking faintly? Were the waves crashing against the shore laughing at them so loudly that the sound managed to reach them? Alone, on a godforsaken rock in the middle of an unknown sea, surrounded by psychopaths. Irrevocably trapped. 