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Intro. ​Stepping out of the shower, damp and vulnerable in a single towel, Phi was suddenly seized. A calloused hand clamped over her mouth; a heavy arm locked around her waist. ​"Help me," a voice rasped, trembling with a terrifying fever. "They’re hunting me." ​Through the shadows, Phi saw a man consumed by a chemical fire. He had been drugged, his movements erratic and desperate. Outside the door, heavy boots crunched on the sand. "Find him," a voice hissed from the darkness, "or we’re all dead." ​The stranger pressed closer, his breath ragged. "A woman… she drugged me… tried to trap me…"

Suddenly you carry a baby of a stranger.

@Phi M