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Andrew woke with a start. He was still tired from the lack of sleep but felt better than he had a few hours ago. He stripped off his dirty clothes and put on his heavy robe.
There was tension in the air, heavy like before a storm. He looked out his window at the ominous clouds overhead. There was something else, though. He felt it deep in his bones. Something was going to happen—and soon. A chill went up his spine, and he shivered.
It was not important. What was important was figuring out how to rescue Lori. He would shower and talk with the others. Perhaps they could form some sort of plan. He laughed to himself; he felt like a prisoner planning an escape. Then he glanced at the bars on the window and grimaced. Perhaps he was.
He made his way to the shower. It was lat
