Where Are You Enola Holmes? (Enola and Tewksbury)

The Kidnapper

Enola's POV:
"Where is it you have taken me?"

"None of your concern." My captor sits in a chair by the door, reading a newspaper.

"It is my concern if I am being held hostage here. Oh come on, it's not like I can tell anyone!" I say.

"Alright! Alright! I will tell you if you shut up."I makes a sign signaling my lips are closed.

"We are simply at your childhood home." Was all he said. Could it be? We are at Ferndell Hall, the home I ran away from.

I look around the room, for the first time seeing how closely it resembles the attic at Ferndell.

My captor (i still don't know his name), stands up to leave the room. Now's my chance! "Could I have that newspaper?" I ask in a sweet voice.

He stares at me, confused at my change in attitude. "What do you want with a newspaper?"

"I am simply bored." I retort.

He hands me the paper and, without a second glance, leaves the dark room.

As soon as he leaves the room, I frantically search through the paper, looking for the personals section.

"Aha!" I scream out.

He has been looking for me! Sherlock!

There, in the personals section, I found what I have been looking for:

aloner yaes ouoe wlreehss hmo -

Which if I did it correct in my head, makes the sentence...

where are you enola holmes - sh

I am more determined than ever to get out of this place and, most of all, see Tewksbury. And... I have a plan.

Sorry for the short chapter. Dont worry it has a purpose! I will post the next chapter as soon as possible.