Gabriel
Not sure of what woke him up, if the cold, or the loud horn of a lorry speeding past him, Gabriel buckled his seatbelt and started the car. He hadn’t stopped driving since he landed in Hamburg Airport.
The logical thing would have been to fly into Brussels, but there were no available flights for a while, and the first one to Hamburg would take him there faster, even if he needed to drive for over five hours.
He was prepared, having bought food and drink before visiting the car rental, but there was nothing in that shop to avoid sleepiness. When he felt himself nodding off, he had no choice but to pull over at the side of the road. Wrapped up in his jacket, he fell into a fast, and yet uncomfortable sleep plagued with dark shapes and sticky limbs.
He turned up the heating an
