Peter was able to communicate just well enough with a kind older local boat-builder with dark tan, deeply-lined skin named Asim. He was able to rent a room in his three-room home for a few hours.

Fayid awoke first, and Safa a few minutes later.

Between bites of eish baladi and sips of water, the Doctor said incredulously, "I was possessed by, by what, exactly?"

"I believe one of Shaklatal's greater minions. But the power displayed was of a level quite beyond what we've seen in other possessions, so I cannot be completely certain it wasn't Shaklatal himself," Peter said.

Dr. Fayid sighed, staring straight ahead, opened his mouth as if to say something and decided there really wasn't any answer that could help. He just stuffed his mouth with another bite of...

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