Chapter 65: A Second Chance

"Our flight leaves in two hours," Dena said, walking Xilon out of the police station. "Are you hungry?"

"Thank you for your kindness and the borrowed clothes." He touched the edge of the shirt with the image of four men painted across it. How did she get the paint not to rub off? "But I'll take a quick meal then I need to return home."

Dena nodded. "I understand. But the closest lightning storm on our continent will be outside of New Orleans tonight."

"And that's where we're heading."

"Yup. I live near the swamp, myself. Let's grab some brunch here, cause airplane food is horrible if they even give you more than pretzels."

Her accent sounded different than Simpson's or anyone else he'd met here. More like Ash's. "Do you know a Grams or Ash... Ashley?"

"No, sorry." Dena frowned and led him to a building with a red blinking sign in front of its door. "Chinese okay?"

He shrugged.

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