Chapter Eighty-Three- Adriana Gervais -19 yrs old & George Atwood - 23 yrs old

George finally put the shuttered lantern down on the natural stone floor and, as he cleared his throat, he turned around, giving Ana his back.

“Please hurry and change. We don’t want to be late for any of our connections. It’s dangerous enough as it stands, but delays may get noticed and reported.” He said to the wall, his nose almost touched. Ana sighed because she could see that there would be no way of avoiding this.

She also was happy to get out of the clothes she’d worn for weeks. Ana wished she could wash herself, but that was too much to hope for. So changing her clothes would have to do for now. “I really don’t see how changing my clothing will change much of anything. The only way I can fix this is if I take a bath.”

“It’ll have to do, Ana. I’m sorry, this is the best I could come up with until we’re out of here. We’re down to fifteen minutes now. Please love hurry.”

Ana opened the bag a