To my surprise I am feeling tired. And cold. And a little bit hungry. Perhaps a bit of toast with peanut butter, then a snooze on the couch. I really don't want to go back to bed, and besides, I am not really that tired. But I do want to doze anyway. Two slices should do it, and my phone is sounding again. A notification from Erik.
Hope it isn't too early, though I imagine you re still sleeping. had nightmares last night. Lindstrom was trying to hunt me down and now I'm afraid to go back to sleep. This confinement is really getting to me. I'm awake right now if you are.
"Hello?" says Erik.
"How are you."
"Oh, Christopher, how good to hear from you. So you re awake?"
"I had quite a good sleep, but I'm soon going down for a nap. Listen, Lindstrom is here and he tried to force his way into the house, looking for you. Fortunately police trailed him from the airport and have him in custody. He is likely to be sent back to Sweden on the next flight, so I think we're safe for now, anyway."
"This is like being in a really badly done science fiction thriller."
"Movie or book."
"Take your pick. "By the way, your sister tried to connect with me on Facebook then sent me a very rude email."
"Block her."
"I will."
"Right now."
"I promise..."
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