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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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violet swatch— Sabrina and her flatmate, Rani, see a weird advert on TV and have to take notes. —

The advert-break shocked Sabrina when it came, each commercial advert being separated by one which announced in white letters on a black background, ‘Government Health Advisory.’
A smart looking woman in one half of the screen announced:
“This is water.”
Sabrina watched a well-dressed mother on the right side of the screen pour water from a jug into a glass for her son. The family continued to pour and drink water for the rest of the advert.
“You need to drink a small cup of water every hour until two hours before you go to bed,” the woman on the left continued. “Fetch a piece of paper and a pen now. This Advisory will continue after the next commercial advert.”
Rani ran to the notepad hanging on the kitchenette wall, tore off a strip of paper and grabbed a biro from the worktop. After the next commercial advert the woman continued;
“Did you get the pen and paper? If you cannot find either, don’t worry. During the next advert break these instructions will be repeated. But you must follow them. If you have the paper and pen, write on the paper ‘Drink small cup of water every hour.’”
Rani scribbled the message in big letters.
The woman waited for thirty seconds before continuing:
“Have you done that? Good. Now put the piece of paper somewhere where you will see it all the time, or often; on the table in front of the television or kitchen sideboard will do. Remember not to remove the message at any time.”

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violet swatch— Sabrina’s life changes when she is riding her bicycle through Islington. —

“Step back! I’m a first-aider!” a deep voice shouted. “Has somebody called an ambulance? Call them now.”
A few drivers honked their horns impatiently
A female voice spoke uncertainly into a mobile phone:
“Yes. Traffic accident on Islington Green. A woman on a bicycle. Yes, it’s very bad. Her leg is … . No, she is still conscious. No, her head looks okay. Wait. Can you hear me dear?”
“What?” Sabrina mumbled when a hand touched her shoulder.
“What is your name?”
“Sabrina MacIntyre. Sabrina Theresa MacIntyre.”
“Yes. She knows her name. But she is losing a lot of blood. Come quickly! Oh … . Yes, I will stay calm. Yes. There is a first-aider here. He is applying pressure to the … what do you call it? Yes, artery. Thanks. They are coming dear. Hang on. Can we put something under her head?”
Somebody lifted her head and lowered it onto something soft.
When Sabrina came round, she could hear an ambulance siren wailing and man squeezed her hand, saying:
“Hello Sabrina. We are near The Royal London Hospital. You are going to be fine. You just had a little accident.”
Her next memory was of waking in bed and being told about the drip. She recalled all this over and over again and with increasing clarity while she waited for her first visit. A familiar face appeared round the door. Her mother’s same luscious black hair had now turned completely grey. Her face wrinkled into a strange parody of her daughter’s beauty, looked as translucent as a light bulb, radiating fear. Sabrina’s tall and craggy father came behind, supported his wife, as if that role would be easier than looking at his daughter.

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red swatch— Omah and Bri head back to Grand Bay Island City but he knows the danger is not over for him. —

The morning came too soon for Omah. Not only did his head pound but the woman beside him looked too beautiful to disturb. He had showered and ordered a late breakfast before Bri stuck her face over the single, thin sheet and smiled at him.
“We have to get back,” he said. “The VTOL will be here in less than an hour.”
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me!” she said, throwing off the sheet and running into the shower room.
On the VTOL flight back to Grand Bay, Omah tried to make conversation:
“I guess we’ll know by the end of the day what Gowdy has to do with all this.”
“Yes.”
“And whether Greentree thinks this is all solved and I can go home.”
“Yes.”
The last part was what Bri could not stop thinking about. When the crew weren’t looking Bri clasped Omah’s hand on the seat between them. He took hold of her hand and stared at the range of ice-capped mountains that drifted
beneath them. Bri stared at the blue dome of sky ahead.
“I’m a dead man if Mel finds out!” Omah told himself.

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red swatch— Omah and Bri sweat their moves in a nightclub and then head back to the hotel. The night is hot and they’re both drunk. —

“I’m completely drunk!” Bri said.
“Me too, nearly.”
“You can’t be nearly and completely!”
“Well, I am! I’m a very confused man!”
“Oh, stop it. All men are! I’m so hot! Hold this!”
Bri handed Omah her mobile and began to pull her blouse over her shoulders. Omah’s eyes confirmed what he had suspected; that she hadn’t been wearing a bra that evening.
“Stop!” he said. “You’ll be nude!”
“But only from the waist up! Lots of girls do it round here. Me and my friend did it when we were here. Everybody does! Come on! You too!”
Bri handed Omah her blouse and tugged at his at his t-shirt until it rucked up underneath his armpits.
“Bri! You can’t do this! We work together! Come on! I’d better get you back!”
Omah tried to cover Bri’s nakedness every time anybody passed by but she struggled to get free, giggling. She walked past the receptionist without a care in the world, by which time Omah had conceded defeat. The strong cocktails they had drunk were beginning to take effect, and he had to concentrate to make the lift take them to the correct floor.
“Here we are!” he declared. “Room 331!”

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red swatch— Omah and Bri discuss the day’s events in his hotel room and decide that they are confused by the evidence. Omah finds it hard to resist kissing her and Bri leaves, convinced he has fallen for her at last. —

“What do we do now?” Bri asked.
“Cry? What the hell are we getting into here?” Omah replied.
“I dunno. It’s big. What does that mean? Is it useful? Or gibberish?”
“I don’t know! There are an awful lot of pieces to this puzzle! Normally I struggle to fine one! This isn’t like looking for a needle in a haystack. More like looking for haystack in a small pile of needles!”
“Yah.”
“Well, I’m gonna need sleep. Tomorrow, we need to track down the other staff and find out what we can about how Bentwell got there. I’ll have to interview him but I doubt we’ll get much out of him. In any case, it’s gonna be a big day.”
“Okay. I better get some sleep too then.”
As Bri stood up, her hand accidentally brushed against Omah’s. The touch impelled him to accompany her to the door and when he opened, it she turned so that her face came to within inches of his own. Omah could feel the warmth of her breath and saw her lips, red with lipstick, open, revealing her white teeth. He wanted to kiss her.
“Good night Omah,” she said, breathing hard.
“Seven! Set your alarm!” he called after her.

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red swatch— Omah discovers that the hut in the photograph has been disused for some time but not abandoned. Somebody has been there recently. —

The ride through the forest felt very pleasant to Omah, filled with views of trees just putting on the amber leaves of autumn, and silky streams gushing over rocky falls. Roger peered left and right, looking for something, and then announced:
“Here we are!”
Roger turned onto a dirt track and steered the hovercar carefully between the thick trunks of tall trees until they burst into a clearing and stopped.
“Okay. You two stay here,” Omah said. “I want to look around first.”
Omah picked his way carefully between the car and the steps to the hut, scanning the ground for anything of human origins. Reaching the hut, he tried the door but found it locked. With a hard shove, he tore the padlock off its rotten, wooden mounting and peered inside. It didn’t look as if anybody had visited for years. The meagre contents consisted of a bed, a stove and sink, a cupboard and a tiny water closet. Omah crept around the shack, peering under the bed and stopping at the bedside table. A single cigarette butt lay in an ashtray. He sniffed it, noted its damp smell and returned to the hovercar.
“Nobody’s been here for a while!” he declared, holding up the transparent evidence bag
containing the butt.

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