Only seconds passed before I saw a scruffy man in overalls with matted hair tied behind his neck carrying a tan laundry bag through the front door. He had been substantially scrubbed clean, but it was Thorn nevertheless. He didn’t look kosher carrying the tied bag, but at this hour, nobody witnessed him except me. Thorn moved quickly into the parking lot and stopped at a large white van. I concentrated on the back of the van. My perspective shifted. I slid forward through the air and turned to face the doors as Thorn opened them. Ivan and Tatiana were waiting in the back of the van which had several layers of blankets. Thorn heaved the bag into the back of the van and shut the door. I had to focus harder, willing my mind to go through the steel doors. In a dark blink, I slipped inside the van with Ivan and Tatiana and the bag. Ivan loosened the drawstring at the top and wiggled the fabric down around a head. Gemma!
