- How many of you were there?

-Three.

- And when did you leave Manhattan?

-Four.

Questions are asked, now from one side, then from the other. This time in the interrogation chamber it is too light, so it hurts your eyes and you want to close them out of habit.

-What made you leave the island with such haste?

“Weather,” I answer also briefly and abruptly. - The approaching storm season.

Every now and again. Same. My head is spinning again. I eat and drink well, but I feel weak all the time and still do not get better. The worse I feel, the worse I behave. Here and...