exclaimed Donald, as he gently shoved his shoulder back and forth, shaking him from his sleep like an apple from a tree. “Arrghh, er, where am I? Er, oh, Thomas, NO, Donald. Sorry, yes, I’ll be with you. Give me a second,” spluttered Ed, emerging from his sleep like fog seeping under a door. “I’ll wait outside.” “Okay,” replied Ed, as he span round upright on the bed, directing his feet onto the floor. He held his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes, quickly adjusting to the new environment. He jumped up and sprang across the tiny room, through the black silky curtain and out to the waiting Donald. “Good. That was quick. Let’s go, she’s on the upper levels and it’ll take a little while to get there. I’ve left my gun back in the room as well, just to keep you happy. Yedida doesn’t like guns either. She’s had quite a life – I’m sure she’ll tell you about it at some point.” “Yes, I saw the tattoo on her arm. Does it mean what I think it means?” “She’ll tell you, I’m sure.
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