Ernest has it.

Ernest waves a hand at me with a small shinny item and a pink hello kitty keychain.

He has the key!!

He had access to our house, my room , my clothes! For years maybe!

He is filming me now! Could it be ??

NO!! I would have noticed a camera in my room.

Anyway where could he have put one...

In my mind, burnt with a red iron, the image of the mess of my piled old stuffed animals on my dresser, their glassy eyes pointing at my bed and my closet.

I can't tell my mom, he would deny it, I have no proof.

What else did he find out?

What teenage boy wouldn’t look in a girl panties drawer? Drawer where I keep my 'special toys'.

If he knows....

Yet he is now our only chance to get home without involving others.

I have to find a way to make him give me that key.

Naked!