"Bloody hell," he said in a flattened voice."Same to you," Miles rasped back.Galeni sat up straighter, bleary eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Or—is it you?""I don't know." Miles considered this. "Which me were you expecting?" He staggered over to the bench opposite before his knees gave way and sat, his back against the wall, feet not quite reaching the floor. They were both silent for a few minutes, taking in the details of the other."It would be pointless to throw us together in the same room unless it was monitored," said Miles at last.For answer Galeni flipped an index finger up toward the light fixture."Ah. Visual too?""Yes."Miles bared his teeth and smiled upward.Galeni was still regarding him with wary, almost painful uncertainty.Miles cleared his throat. There was a bitter tang lingering in his mouth. "I take it you've met my alter-ego?""Yesterday. I think it was yesterday." Galeni glanced at the light.His kidnappers had relieved Miles of his own chrono, too. "It's now about one in the morning, of the start of the fifth day since you disappeared from the embassy," Miles supplied, answering Galeni's unspoken question.
