I wanted to talk to somebody. Being isolated for so long can leave a person very lonely. Emma had been unconscious most of the time, then later, I was unconscious for the rest of it. "Stupid bracelet," I muttered. I looked at my wrist. It was gone. Huh. Then, a powerful perfume washed over me. I realized what flower this was: a rose. It smelled sweet, as my eyelids drooped, and in seconds, I was asleep.