Mallory was left on the ship, the journey had already ended, and he could go wherever he wished.
Chloe Stephens would not interfere with him.
But she asked him to be on call.
Old Lynch had prepared the herbs and was waiting for Chloe to come over.
Afternoon.
Under the scorching sun.
So hot, it was explosive.
Exposure to 35 degrees Celsius.
Old Lynch sat drowsily in front of the counter, blowing air from a fan made in the 1970s.
A girl appeared at the door.
Lynch woke up suddenly, "Young girl, you finally came!"
Lynch took out a white plastic bag from behind him, filling it with medicinal herbs.
The herbs Chloe needed were not much, just enough to fit into a large plastic bag.
"Thank you."
She turned to leave with the bag in her hand.
"Young girl, to thank you for saving my life, take this bag as well if you don't mind."
He offered a snake-skin bag.
Chloe accepted without courtesy.
Someone approached from outside.
Fully armed, with only a pair of eyes exposed.