How long had I been out?
Was it a few hours.
Was it a few days.
I scratched my chin, there was stubble.
I had shaved last night, or was that the dream?
I had a gut feeling it had to be at least twenty four hours.
She had to have missed me by now.
She must have called the authorities by now.
But the men with the crewcuts and grey suits, they had to be some kind of authority, didn't they?
She must be frantic by now.
God, I hope she is.
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