‘Why does Keefe look like that?’ Sub Sophie replayed the image of Keefe over and over. ‘It’s like, he’s a hostage…’ “That’s because he is.” A voice said. ‘Sophie?’ Sub Sophie asked. “No…” The voice disappeared, leaving Sub Sophie in silence. ‘And silence is so loud’ Sub Sophie told the narrator. The narrator did not need to say anything, but did, helping Sub Sophie focus on what was important: Finding out what happened to Sophie. ‘Is Sophie…?’ Sub Sophie asked. She did not like what the narrator implied. - No…no, no, no. Sophie is not dead. I just need to think this though… Oh wait. I can think! All by myself. If Keefe is a hostage, so is Sophie. So, show me Sophie. - Sub Sophie commanded Sophie’s mind. She soon realized… ‘I can’t see things when I’m being narrated. That sucks.’ Sub Sophie told herself. Sub Sophie closed her eyes. Time seemed to stop. Her heart slowed. ‘ Sophie’s not dead. That’s all that matters’
