" From a leather bag slung over his shoulder he pulled a box, opened it and withdrew a metal square. It was the same color as the band around her neck... Drawing a large, sharp pin out, he turned towards Nilsen and beckoned him over.Over his shoulder he spoke with Lavender again. "Has anyone explained what will be happening here?" When she shook her head he continued, "It's very simple; we take a bit of Lord Nilsen's blood," he jabbed the needle into the fleshy pad of Nilsen's thumb and squeezed. I'm sure you don't," the older woman said sympathetically. "Do you know what you will tell Brent when he asks you why?" I'm not sure. I don't even know how to answer that to myself. Is he ever going to call me? Will he ever come home? I can't take much more of this, June." Her voice was cracking and she was on the edge of control."Yes, Jeanette. He isn't running away. He's trying to understand how to handle this. That's why he came here. He's mystified and angry, I think. He doesn't know what. He saw large paunches of fat from the rotund man’s midsection hanging off the edge of the bunk while he continued to appear to breathe normally, as if asleep. George watched for a few more minutes, with the music now muted, of course, but when the lights turned back on, he saw absolutely no change in breathing and not even a disruption in his rapid eye movement. He was deep asleep.George turned the sound back on, and there was some guy yelling at the top of his lungs, in German, with extra loud. I don’t know why I hadn’t seen it before because it was only a few hundred yards from one of the car parks behind the beach. I crept inside and found that the old gun slits provided quite a lot of light inside. I looked around and found that there were three or four rooms inside and as I went from one room to the other my mind was filled with visions of what it must have been like to be in there guarding the coast. I eventually came to one of the rooms and in the corner I could see a small pile.