I look up at Sarah-Jane, seeking. So we saw more. The building comprised a single large room in which battered piecesstood in various stages of restoration. Even when heswitched on the light, she continued to sleep.
Banging on the floor aboveensued in short order. Butinstead he alternated between watching her, sending her mental messagesabout leaving at once, and peering out of the window for any kind ofindication of who the people were in Eugenie's house. She saw more of thefamily. I will not live in a fantasyagain.
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