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Veles suddenly woke up when a belt buckle smacked him in the face. He jumped up in alarm and promptly fell off of the bed. Confusion written all over his face now, as he takes in his surroundings. It looks like a tornado started in Ilona's wardrobe and continued its path over her bedroom. There were clothes all over the floor and half of the bed was covered as well. His half! He tried to gently extract himself out of a tangle of dresses and failed miserably. “Ilona, what is wrong?” He voices his discomfort. “What in hell happened here? Why am I cowered in dresses?” She turns around slowly, as in a trance. She looks like she doesn’t even see him or all the mess around the room. Her hair is flowing freely around her, her eyes are out of focus and the stress she is feeling is visible on he