"Looks like someone is in a tight spot." Roddern laughed and pointed at her.
Dio rolled her eyes. "Obviously." She tried to wiggle for more room and hit her head on the closed trunk. "Ow."
Roddern laughed again.
"Stop being such a butt cheek," Dio muttered.
Roddern crossed his arms. "If you don't want my help…"
"No! I do. I'm sorry. Being trapped in a trunk has made me a little… upset, to say the least. Roddern, please tell me my parents aren't dead, that this all isn't my fault." Dio sniffled back tears.
Roddern rolled his eyes. "So self-absorbed. Not everything is all about you, Dio."
Roddern held up his hand. "I can get you out of here, but first I need some energy." He snapped his fingers and a sandwich appeared. He took a huge bite and a glob of mustard ran down his chin. He finished his sandwich in three more bites, clapped, and wiped his mouth with the towel that appeared. "Ok, now where were we? Oh, yes, getting you out of here. First thing, we need a…"
The story continues at Loralie Hall's. Enjoy!