The next morning, the front desk calls our room, as instructed. “We have a guest claiming they are here to see you.”
“Do they have the password?”
There’s silence on the other end. The girl working at the front desk sighs. “Yes. The password is…” She sighs again. “‘Silas’s banana hammock.’”
“That’s correct! We’ll be right down!”
We get to the lobby and find a young woman with a hovercam, all ready to go. With her is a nurse, who has all the medical equipment we’d asked for.
The reporter has long black hair and dark eyes. I can tell she’s intelligent just by looking at her. Her ancestry is likely from somewhere in the Middle East.
“Hi, I’m Eve. Eve Krause. And this is Ormalinda. She’ll be assisting me with everything today. Care to have a seat?”
Earlier that morning, we had asked if O
