Chapter 16Greg’s watch sounded. It was time to get up. He didn’t get much sleep last night. All he could think about was the collar on his neck which he gripped in his fingers; afraid if he let it go, it would disappear. Cisco suggested that there might be another more permanent one in the future. The very thought of that being true sent tiny bubbles of joy throughout his body. It was time to get up. There was work to be done.
Greg gathered up the wash to throw a load into the machine. He made the coffee and had a cup for himself while he took out some pork chops for dinner.
He looked at the clock; it was six forty-five—time to bring Cisco his coffee. He poured a cup and carried it to the bedroom wing. Cisco was still asleep. Although Greg didn’t want to wake him; he knew that a late Cis
