Petrus furrowed his brows, trying to piece together what everyone was saying.
“So, it sounds like we all came here the same way,” he said. “We went to sleep, felt a kick, and woke up here, like ghosts - or whatever you want to call it - and are separated from our bodies.”
He glanced around at the others.
“That leaves me with two immediate questions. Who or what caused this, and where are our bodies?”
His gaze landed on Sibyl.
“I suppose you’re right. We ought to look around this house and see if we can find answers.”
