Amanda wasn’t sure how much time had passed, as the basement of the Arminel Hotel had no windows.  The General had sent food down for them on three separate occasions and Amanda had enquired about Drake’s whereabouts, but the soldiers who came to serve them were tight-lipped and obviously on strict orders not to speak to her.  Jimmy had slept for ages, and when he eventually woke up he seemed to have returned to his normal self again – the exhaustion of the past few days had finally worn off, it seemed.  He was in good spirits again, although she could sense a hint of darkness at the edge of his familiar smile, and a tint of fear in his usually sparkling eyes.  He was much better though, especially after he had cleaned out his plate of food for the third time in a row!&...

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