Emmy backed up as the boy started to growl and reach out for her.  Part of her wanted to believe this was a curse, but a more sensible part of her brain was telling her that it was some sick kidnapping.  She needed to get this boy out of here, curse or not.  As he explained the rules, Emmy listened intently before he left.   They were alone now.<br/><br/>She looked to the boy and hesitantly walked closer to the bed, "um....Ravi?  My name is Emmy.  Are you.....okay?  Can you speak?" She asked him.  The boy had obviously been hurt emotionally, but why he was under some curse....she couldn't tell.  Her eyes wandered to his teddy bear and she cracked a grin, "I like your bear.  It's cute" she said.  Emmy felt like she was talking down to a child and it felt rather sad.  She wished he would talk so she didn't feel like the question was so one-sided.