sorry

[Jihadjoe]

Daniel didn't sleep the next two nights. Lucy was more than concerned, he looked gaunt and pale, he had been losing weight fast over the last month and was getting increasingly ill with each passing day. He was still working but that just seemed to be adding to the stress.

His thoughts contantly wandered to the image of the face he had seen in his dream. It must be the junker, and the words, they were so comanding and desperate. He made a decision.

Dan sat up long after Lucy had gone to bed, he wrote down all the things he had seen in the most recent dream, the images still clear as day in his head. There had to be some connection, maybe a clue to Hyung Soong's whereabouts coded into his vision. He assumed it must be Hyung, the man who was there the day he was shot down by the Nomads. Who else could it be? Some fevered imagination? No... These dreams felt like they came in from the outside, thought alien to his own head.

The keys... The Blue Moon. Not a motel he had heard of, and it wasn't listed in the standard directory. He assumed it must be a slightly shady place.

He wracked his brain for more clues, more ideas... Suddenly it came to him. The pills. He tried to remember the name printed on the side, failing he grunted with frustration and poured himself a drink. As the burning liquid slipped down his throat it came to him. He spluttered on the bourbon and quickly wrote down the name. Looking it up in the directory he looked in for the motel he found it. East Street Pharmacy. He knew where that was.

The next night Danny grabbed his jacket and pulled it round him against the cold, heading to the pharmacy mentioned on the bottle. Lack of sleep was making him irrational, this was rash behaviour and he knew it.

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