Chapter 7

He flopped back onto his bed. Six more days, he thought.

He closed his eyes and thought about Taal. He wondered what his new friend was doing now. And ‘meditation’. The word sounded awfully like ‘medication’. Were they at all related? he wondered before he felt sleep creeping over him like an early morning winter mist. 3

Day Seven couldn’t arrive fast enough for Julian. He’d had a rough week. People were still giving him a wide berth. Only on Day Six had Lucy said a quick ‘good morning’ to him on the way to the Business District. Alastair was still not speaking to him and Julian couldn’t help but wonder why. Obviously nothing had come of his interview with the Department of Justice on Day One. There was no reason for anyone to be wary of him.