Chapter 7

Marty lay back down, turned over onto her side and was sound asleep again.

“All right. On your feet, soldier,” he ordered as he dragged her to an upright position. Her legs werewobbly, but he held her up.

“Sean?” she mumbled, still groggy. She made an attempt to wipe her eyes.

“Yes. Sean. Very good. Now tell me your name.”

He waited. She was still quite a ways from being fully conscious. She pulled away from him, losing her balance. He grabbed her arm to steady her.

“No.” She pouted. “Go away.”

Sean held her upright, as he looked back at me with a ‘What now?’ look.

“Hey, pal,” I began. “Have you been out here all night?” I looked at the blanket stretched out on the ground. “What’s the story, buddy? You’re lucky it didn’t get cold last night.”

“I think she had enough anti-freeze to keep her warm for the rest of the millennium,” Sean told me.

Yup. Almost one hundred proof.

“Go away,” Marty mumbled.