Chapter Four
Carla stirred on the quilt he’d laid in front of the fireplace. It was still very quiet in here, except for the crackling of the fire. He’d been pleasantly surprised to find that the chimney was real, tinder had been stocked in a covered box near the fireplace, and wooden matches were on the mantel. He leaned back in one of the wooden chairs, pulled the robe he’d found in a closet a little closer around him, and just watched her for a moment. He had no idea what time it was. His watch lay somewhere in the pile of his clothes on the floor, but it seemed too much trouble at the moment to go and look for it.
Carla stirred again. She was waking up. He took a sip of the coffee he’d made a little earlier. The authenticity of the room didn’t extend to a wood stove or an old tin cof
