She must have drifted off again while eating, because when Amí-Lea woke again, she knew that it was later in the day from the sun light filtering through the uncovered window. It must have been closer to sunset than sun-up now.
Moving slowly, she was relieved when no sudden flare-up of a headache materialized. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she sat up, still moving with care to prevent any unexpected movement from triggering the stabbing pains she had experienced with her previous returns to consciousness. When that didn’t happen, she took her time to study the room itself.
She was alone in the room. The chair where the stranger, Duarte he said was his name; had sat, was moved back against the wall. But the rest of the room was pretty bare. No curtains decorated the windows,
