Chapter 20: In Which Friends Unhappily Part Ways
She was first aware of coarse wooden beams stretching up to the peak of a sharp, pointed ceiling, and then, slowly, the rest of the space came gently into focus. She was in a room, a cramped, sparsely-furnished garret, and she lay on a thin mattress stuffed with a material that was sharp and rustled beneath her as she shifted. At the sound, a seated figure in the corner of her eye moved slightlylifted a head?and she heard the creak of a chair being pushed back.
The person stood and approached the bed. He spoke, said something, but although the voice was loud enough, she didn't quite catch the words. Everything echoed, trapped, in her ears, ringing while her mind resolved the face of the man now sitting at the edge of the bed with one she remembered. Then clarity came like a flash of lightning in a dark room, and instinctive reaction made Megan throw her arms around the thief's neck.
"You're all right!" she cried, squeezing ti