Lost Creek Hollow it's the only way for me

She reveled in his sympathy, soaked in his words and allowed them to revitalize her. It was her lifeblood and her kryptonite all at once.

Well, I don't know. She responded, her tone careful and light - as though she was taking her time to think through her words, as though she wished to preserve the feelings of those who were not present. I have nowhere else to go.

That was the truth. Witch Island was all she had ever known.

She knew of other lands, of the island her father came from and of the many relatives he had there. But what was the purpose? She felt that her actions must carry reason.