“What's going on?"

Ariana, her countenance a canvas of bewilderment, hastily turned on the light. There, by her bedside, stood Mitchel, his expression etched with puzzlement.

Ariana gazed at him inquisitively and inquired, “Why are you here?"

Disheartened that her anticipation had not borne fruit, she could scarcely conceal her disappointment.

Mitchel motioned casually, his words unhurried.