" It felt right to call him "sir" with the way he was ordering me around now."This way."I followed him toward the bedrooms.He opened a door and I ente...ed a room filled with furniture I had never seen before. The back wall was taken up by several cabinets but in the middle of the room was a padded table. To the left was a padded chair. Both padded objects had restraints similar to what was on the wall by his TV.There was also a hook on the ceiling with chains attached and ending with more padded. There was another whooshing sound, and two sections of panel slid quickly from the wall, trapping him in a narrow space.He looked around. The room was hexagonal with ordinary mirrors on the walls. Suddenly, the mirrors began to move as if the room was spinning. Harry felt a strange sensation run through his body.He watched his reflection as it seemed to grow younger. His hair grew back in, dark brown now instead of the gray it had become. The wrinkles and crows feet around his eyes. Somewhere inside me, I can feel a breaking, a splintering of something. I crouch to the ground, wrap my arms around my knees, tuck my head down and cry. I’m losing him. I’m losing someone I never had. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, I smell him, then feel his arms around me. He sits in front of me, wrapping his arms and legs around my body, putting his face in my hair, whispering to me that it’s okay, that everything is going to be okay. My body keeps shaking as I cry, and it almost. " The loft. Is that where they used to keep the hay?" Could be."Phoebe nodded, as if this confirmed what she'd been saying all along."Umm, so I guess that's it. Can you think of anything else?" Nope." Needless to say, use whatever you like. The phone. The fridge, thestove, the...well, anything. Make yourself at home. My horse garage isyour horse garage."Her attempt at levity was rewarded with a thin smile. She feared thatPhoebe considered the whole set-up, Marcia's whole life, really,.