Room 426, Saturday Morning
Lex didn't so much get out of bed as fall out in a mess of sheets and red curls. He frowned as he got up, this wasn't his room, even if he did recognise some of his things. He didn't remember Dad or Pamela or Mom saying anything about moving either, and he wasn't supposed to go anywhere without someone knowing where he was.
Suddenly worried, he patted down his pyjama pockets until he found his inhaler. At least he had that. Even if he had been kidnapped.
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Suddenly worried, he patted down his pyjama pockets until he found his inhaler. At least he had that. Even if he had been kidnapped.
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