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*The thick fog of tension dispersed even faster than it had arrived. All three of them whirled around to look at the boy. His brown eyes glazed over with moisture, flitting between them all. The temporary loss of focus abated and normality came rushing back into the fore. Sy sat unmoving in sheer surprise and shock. Dee hurried over to him and placed two gentle hands upon his round cheeks.*

*”My darling”* she whispered. *”My sweet child. I’m here for you. We all are. I’m so sorry. Are you OK? Please, say something.”*

He looked at her again. A tear ran down one side of his face as his cheeks reddened. *”I want my mummy.”* he repeated.

*“There, there. Mummy’s here.”* she comforted. *”Mummy is here for you.”* Dee lifted him off the floor and withdrew to the far side of the musty room, murmuring sweet words into his ear.

Sy received an even bigger shock as a heavy hand fell upon his wrist. He twisted around and gasped, only to find Marv bearing down on him with a finger to his lips. The giant figure then shifted in the opposite direction, beckoning to Sy with a hand gesture. He got to his feet and shuffled over to Marv.

*”Leave them to it.*” he muttered in a soft tone. Sy could only bob his head up and down in agreement as any semblance of verbal communication had been briefly extinguished.

*“As I was saying before, I’ve arranged to meet Orson. Listen carefully because I want you personally to explain it to her afterwards. I’m not going through a repetition of that unnecessary drama again. She certainly has a temper, I’ll give her that. Reigned in and honed properly, that may actually work to our advantage. Dee wasn’t in her right mind-set but the boy’s timing couldn’t have been any better.”*

Sy turned and glanced over at her. The boy was sitting upright upon her lap. Though Sy was under no false pretences that  he would much rather it have been his own biological mother's. But seeing Dee doting on him the way she did, captivated him. The way she brushed his hair with her long, slender fingers. The maternal instincts that seemed to flow in such a natural way from her. It was all she could ever want and that cold truth hurt him more than he could ever have contemplated. She had found her true calling and he could not have felt more alone and isolated at being thrown into this new, harsh world. A sound pushed its way in from some distant, unknown origin.

*”Sy, you paying attention.”* he heard as Marv’s face loomed up before him and the sound took form of it's true meaning.

*”Sorry, I drifted away again.”* Sy confessed.

*”OK, I’ll start again.”* he complained, shaking his head in the process. *”We will all meet him tonight at 0200 hours. He’ll then transport us back to the base where I used to work at. Once there, he’ll help smuggle us into a medical supplies freight container. There’ll be enough room for us all inside. I should know. I’ve loaded and unloaded so many of them in the past.”*

*”I see.”* replied Sy. *”So once we’re in there, what next?”*

*“Well, it’s all express air freight.”* he explained. *”We’ll be positioned up in the cargo hold of the plane and it’s **adios muchachos**, as my Mexican co-workers used to say.”*

Sy paused for a quick timeout to take it all in before continuing. *”So where are we headed?”*

*”East. As far away from here as we can get. Then we can finally make a proper start. No more of this temporary accommodation  crap.”* He scoured the room, visibly repulsed by the dreary conditions they dwelled in.

*”I know Dee shouldn’t have flipped out back there, but I also have my concerns about this guy, Orson.”* Sy whispered, purposefully out of earshot of Dee. *”You really sure you can trust him? And how have you been communicating  with him all this time? You know broadcasting may be putting us all in danger, right?”*

*”I’m well aware of that, Sy.”* he replied whilst watching Dee pampering the young boy. *”I told you beforehand. I am able to scan the area on the outside. But if done for only a few seconds, we’re literally untraceable. And that’s assuming people are actually looking for us in the nearby vicinity, which they are not. I can assure you.”*. 

Sy looked back at Dee, as she attempted to feed him some scraps out of an old baked bean tin.

*”Yeah, Sy.”* Marv concluded. *”This time tomorrow, we’ll be on that plane and headed home for good. Because where we’re going, **nobody** will ever find us…ever.”*

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