It seemed I was lucky enough to have secured a one person room at the local hospital, it was small, but somehow very comforting, which I suppose was t...e hospital’s intention. The window to my right looked out over a parking lot and a tree line, not much else, though I could have cared less. The TV mounted in one corner was on but muted, probably when my mom realized I was semi-conscious. The door out into the hall was closed. “Well Ms. Azmano of course.” She said with a motherly smile. “She. "There's no traffic. What's the most direct way?" Through Birmingham." Then Birmingham it is. How far?" Another hour." Huh, it was 'another hour' an hour ago. It's always 'another hour' in this country. Why do they have so many roads?" Mischa, don't be so bad tempered," Svetlana chided him. "If it wasn't for Irina, you'd be driving around in circles. Why don't you let Yvgeny do the driving? Irina could sit in the front and direct. Why don't you jump in the back with me?" She beamed at him, and. ” This feeling was intensified when I saw a flash of lightening far out to sea. For some reason I felt apprehensive and hesitated to enter the cottage. “Stop being so bloody stupid,” I told myself. “It was just lightening. There’ll probably be a storm tonight.” I pulled myself together and entered the cottage, making sure I switched on plenty of lights. I hadn’t eaten so I set about preparing a meal. As I performed this commonplace task, I got the distinct impression I was being watched. I kept. At least he had the paper articles sent with him, as well as numerous articles and videos on the computer to guide him, albeit, some seemed to contradict others. Hell, maybe both ways will work, he thought with a mental laugh.Taking time out from his butchering and salting, he sat with Lobo to enjoy the wonderful taste of fresh tenderloin with a big helping of dried beans on the side. I need to remember to put on another pot of dried limas to soak overnight, he told himself.He had worried.