Eight hours of sleep will do anyone good. I slowly make my way back to the cafe and order a coffee and a bagel. When my order is up, I get it and make...my way to sit outside. As I sit outside drinking my coffee, the same people I’ve seen the past two days walk past me. I sit there and countdown the hours until I see her again. The sun gets lower as each hour goes by. Soon it is the hour when she has showed up the two other times. She is nowhere to be seen. I sit there for another hour. but she. Let me get them and put a little in your eyes. That will soothe them.”She rushed off to find the drops, and was soon back with them, with Frances tagging along. Frances watched as Prudence carefully inserted the drops, then asked why.“Frances, I insisted that Reg phone his mother to tell her he had a girlfriend, just as we are doing with our own parents. It turned out better than expected. His mother, being on her own now, has realised she misses her son, and recognised she had not treated him. It seems we are both on the same mission, here. Our orders are also to effect a safe return of the ambassador's daughter. We will see to it that you get the bounty on the pirates. Furthermore, if you could think of a way to recover their ship you can also claim salvage rights on it. That should bring you much more than the twenty-five million credits." Commander, you're not really offering anything more than what we had before you showed up. Their ship was already disabled, and we were. "I need to keep going. I don't have time to stop and eat."Will shook his head. He imitated Patrick's improvised megaphone."You can't go on in this weather! You'll catch your death of cold!" Will Osler remembered how the boy had looked half-drowned, standing on the side of the road with one thumb out, and a large duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He'd been a pale, sad looking statue. Patrick had faced the cold, wet night as stoically as a wooden Indian, but Will had felt the storm's chill in.