Ch. 78: Where Was He?
She was on a large bed covered with the finest silk. She was wearing nothing but a white, full of red and dirt spots, shirt. She moved her eyes in every possible direction, trying to understand either she was dead or she was in a dream. Her hands touched over and over the things around her like a curious and odd child. She pushed herself to sit, wincing slightly at her sore body. Her hands massaging her aching back over and over again while she closed her eyes and tried to take some deep breaths. Her memory was in a haze, she was barely able to remember some passing glimpse before her head painfully clinched like a heavy drunken hangover.