Yes, I am a prisoner of sorts, but my prison isn't the house. It's my own thoughts that lock me up!
Think what it would be like if you got back to your island and there was no old man, no girl any more. No mysterious fun and games. The whole place locked up forever.
I asked. SImon said. Derek said. Simon glanced at me. Derek rolled his eyes.
The door to her heart was locked up tight, but he could still see a faint glow escaping through the keyhole.