Katelina thought that it felt strange to take a shower and slip under the teddy bear sheets. After all the horror, the tiny pocket of normalcy was like stepping into a vacuum.
A dreamless sleep found her, No doubt brought about by Jorick. As she had all too often recently, she sank into it gratefully.
Jorick woke her early the next evening. She yawned and blinked at him. "What time is it?"
His words were reluctant. "Get dressed. I need your help."
"With what?" His only answer was to throw her clothes at her.
When she was dressed, he led her out of the Executioners' block. The corridors were still strewn with rubble. They stepped over it on their way to the stairs she'd taken last night. She glanced through the hole Jorge had blown in the ceiling and noted that it went up for several
