made it, the galley. It contained all the trimmings of a modern kitchen, only reduced in size. Directly ahead of the galley lay a sitting area, a breakfast type nook, only without being much of a nook as an open space. There was a staircase leading up to another door identical to the one I passed through. Standing almost in the middle of the eating area stood the man I heard on the phone.   

He looked to be six feet, though I placed money on him being taller than seventy-two inches. His hair, dark as a starless sky and unruly with loose curls that fell onto his forehead and put his right eye in jeopardy of being obscured. The curls gave it a layering pattern I assumed to be accidental since I knew zero guys that...

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