This wasn't a manufactured first grade ruled writing pad. The lines, though neat, were made with a printer and on plain paper. Why would she start me ..... Joke. They're teasing me and I almost succumbed. She wiped the startled expression off her face after a split second, then affecting a look of intense concentration, the tip of her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth, she picked up a pencil and began to laboriously write her name in large, shaky letters.There was a moment of total. He stared at it again, tracing his true profile with one slim finger wondering how anyone could portray him looking so peaceful. Scowling at himself he folded the paper and shoved it back in his pocket. Why was he here? Thomas could have kicked himself for how smitten he seemed.Finally with ten minutes to get where he was going, Thomas wandered back into town and up the sloping hill of the high street. Next to the jewellery store he found a thin green building that had been converted into. Of course I thought better of doing it well before actually giving in to the temptation.Kola and Caitlin returned shortly after midday. They'd been successful to a point. They had found food and water off a track that branched away from the main road some distance ahead of us. That track had taken them into a small valley that contained several farms. Hugo had acted as spokesperson of the group since neither of my mates spoke Minoan. He'd told the farmers that he was foraging for a royal party. Frowning at the empty courtyard-like area between buildings, she trotted around to the front of the building, and saw dark shapes in formation on the beach against the strangely-white light of the surf. With a deep breath drawn through her nose, she could smell the fresh, clean salt air, and she was glad to be alive.No one said anything as she joined the formation and began stretching. "Right over left," LPO Delafuente called, softly, and she bent over to touch the ground while stretching her.