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Today’s News in: Rip – Find the Magic Key

violet swatch— The handsome man wakes and starts a conversation with Sabrina. —

“Anyway, how did you get here? I guess you came from London.”
Ome stare at the floor while Sabrina replied:
“Barge. I came out of London on the Grand Union Canal. It seemed like a good idea, but I could only get to just after Aylesbury. In my naivety, I thought it went all the way to somewhere like Bristol.”
“And you had no map?”
“No.”
“Clever girl. So were there many barges moving on the canal?”
“Don’t call me girl. Do I look like I am still a girl?”
“Sorry. Just a figure of speech, a bad habit.”
“I saw none. Most had been looted and sunk. In places, it was difficult to get through. In fact, I had to change barges once or twice.”
Ome nodded and asked:
“Are you going to the shrine?”
“No. I just wanted somewhere safe. I thought I would find in an isolated farmhouse. But wherever you find one, you find an army willing to defend it.”
“Well, I am leaving today. I just want to clean up and then I’m off. You want to come with me? Back to London?”
“No. It’s too dangerous. Sorry.”
“It’s alright. I have to go.”
“Your English is perfect! For an Irishman.”
“Did I say I was born in Ireland now?” Ome replied.

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Today’s News in: Rip – Find the Magic Key

violet swatch— Sabrina reaches a camp in Wales and reads a strange story in a sleeping man’s notebook. —

I feel somebody is in the room so I try to open my eyes.
But, as sometimes happens when your mind is awake and your body is still asleep, try as I might, I could not open them.
I tried harder and harder, as I imagined footsteps approaching my bed.
A voice, deep inside my head screamed:
“Open!”
But I couldn’t do it.
In my dream, I levered myself out of the dirty sheets and dragged on my dirty clothes.
I became aware of distant alarms and rushing feet in the corridors outside. When I opened the door, I saw panic in the eyes of those running.
The hostel had its own infirmary and my legs dragged me there, for no reason I knew of.
I pushed open the double doors and strode into the small ward.
Empty
I pushed open the doors to the operating theatre without considering my action.
“Who are you? Get out!” screamed a doctor.
I couldn’t help staring at the body on the table; it looked like the flesh of the man, if a man he was, had been sucked out from the inside. Luminescence.
The body was no more than a husk. It was the alien’s alright, and I had to run.
With a last, terrifying effort of will I opened my eyes and saw only an empty room. The other five beds were unmade and empty, all except one. A man, whose name I did not know, slept on.

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