Chapter Twelve
She always traveled with an old-fashioned wind-up alarm clock. It was heavy and ugly and utterly reliable with the most nerve-jarring, unpleasant sound when it went off. It never failed to wake her up. Even better, as long as she had it she didnt have to rely on wake-up calls or the local power supply.
Turning the thing off wasnt as easy as hitting a snooze button either. It was just elaborate enough an operation that by the time she managed it she was well and truly awake. She sat up in the bed, stretched her arms and yawned. The bedcovers fell away from her torso. She felt no chill. Sam must have turned the air conditioning back up before he left. She looked at the spot on the bed next to her. It still had Sams impression. She put her head on the pillow hed used. It
