drawing room.

Why? The word echoed through the room until drowned out by the snaps and pops of wet logs on the fire.

He had no answer and instead looked out the window. Beyond the glass the forest allowed no light. Mere hints of green, faded, consumed by grey and black revealed nothing to him. The dark hint of the forest blurred and his reflection sharpened. He squinted, taking a moment to recognise himself.

He could not say. Because he did not know.