- Clearly there is something we don’t know. - Said David with admiration toward McDougall, who remained deadly calm in assessing the situation.
- Let’s get some sleep, now. Tomorrow I’ll try to contact with Morton. -
David struggled to fall asleep. His mind was under pressure not only because of Lucy and the children, but also because of the Sargent’s words, and their presence in the empty village.
To separate everyone’s identity in that scenario ought to be the extreme limit, for there were too many unknowns around the real objective of that mission. David had to look into himself in order to comprehend at least his role. His essence was the only immutable thing he could – and should – hang on to completely. David’s last thoughts before sleep finally overcame him was for the children’s
