Scaramouche had you locked down here for a few days, you didn't listen when he told you not to open the front door. You blinked to your surroundings, which were the same..you looked down to the rope that was still stuck around your neck, luckily it wasn't tight..he used it to hang you earlier.

A quiet muffled tune played, down came Scaramouche from the top of the ceiling and down the stars.

Scaramouche: hello..he smiled, he looked worried and sweet again.