CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It seemed like as soon as my head touched my pillow, the door to our quarters burst open and Hilda jumped in and yelled, “Wake up, you two! It’s time to get to work!”
Startled, I sat up so fast that I accidentally fell off my hammock onto the floor, while Fingerprints grunted and raised his head, blinking sleepily as he stared at the large blonde woman standing before us.
“Already?” said Fingerprints with a yawn. “We just went to bed. It can’t possibly be morning already.”
“Oh, but it is,” said Hilda. That was when I noticed she had a thick German accent, which I had completely missed the night before, probably due to how late it had been. “Look at your watches if you don’t believe me.”
Rubbing my head, I glanced at my suit-up watch and saw that Hilda was correct: It
