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Sausages, bacon, eggs, thick buttered toast and sweet, hot coffee now sat heavily in Wilt’s stomach as he sat back on Higgs’s bed and studied the room. It was smaller than his own, but the second bed here seemed to be unused, stacked high as it was with various books and strangely curved tools. He felt a flash of déjà vu as he scanned the room, as though he’d seen it somewhere before.
‘I convinced my roommate it would be best for both of us if he found other accommodation,’ Higgs said. ‘I tend to have visitors you know.’
‘Oh?’
‘You didn’t think I’d just forget about the world outside these walls, did you?’ Higgs waved at the window and turned back to rummaging around the fire.
‘No, I guess not.’ Wilt’s voice sounded small in his ears. He looked back out the open window, scratching
