*
"Get up," Fareed hissed as he shoved Mr Evans roughly.
"What? What is it?" the Englishman asked as he leapt from the bed, shirtless and clammy with sweat. "What's going on?"
"We're leaving. Now," he said as he hurried towards the door. "Get your things and come immediately."
"Is something wrong?" he asked again as he began to fumble with his shirt already.
"Yes," Fareed had time to say before he slipped out of the room. Noor was already standing in the hallway, her eyes still fuzzy from sleep. Her bag was in front of her, and Fareed's was beside it as well. He didn't care much about his own bag. Hers was the important one.
"Sahib," Lukman emerged from his room brusquely with a sabre in his hand, "I heard a noise outside. Is something wrong?"
"They're here," Fareed said. "Th
