Just as I’m about to speak to him and ask where I am, he turns and runs off. I toss aside the sheet and thin blanket and get myself out of bed and stretch. My clothes are clean, neatly folded at the foot of the bed, and I start pulling them on. I find my boots sticking out from under the bed and put those on as well and lace them up. There’s still no knowing if I might have to leave this place quickly. I look around for the gun I took from Weizack, and I’m not surprised to find it is not in the room. I can hardly blame my hosts for relieving me of it. It might have been left behind in the alleyway, but it wasn’t likely that anyone who would bother to pick me up and bring me here would have left something like a loaded gun lying around. My stomach rumbles and I wonder again how long it’s been since I last ate. I can’t remember the last time, though it feels like I haven’t eaten in weeks. Maybe I haven’t.