MAURICE
Patel knocks on my door at around eleven o'clock in the night. I am not even sleeping, I can't sleep after my encounter with Fiona and now I understand why she warned me against coming here and the consequences for my defiance are so dire. My stomach has been unstable since then and my heart beat is not constant, hence what Patel finds is a nervous wreck.
I rise from the bedside table and walk to the door and when I open it he strolls inside, brandishing his camera.
“There's something creepy out there Maurice and you better call John from his sleep and I strongly suggest you free your prisoners. There's going to be a tough battle and we need numbers" He says.
“What do you mean by creepy?" I ask me, somehow regaining my composure.
“Come and have a look .” He tells me and we wal
