She stands with a groan and realises she actually feels much better than the last time she woke up in this room. The pain in her limbs is easing and the groggy feeling is just a plain old hangover and not the sickening drugged sensation. She goes out into the middle room then dances back in realisation she is just in her bra and pants. She considers for a second, shrugs and moves swiftly for the bathroom. A simple, thin, sliding bolt on the inside. She uses the toilet, brushes her teeth and twists the shower head on. Cold water thunders out. She waits for it to get warm. It doesn’t. She waits longer. It stays cold. Oh well. She steps in and immediately shivers with a yelp at the cold water spraying her naked body. With the immediate shock over, she relaxes. The air in this place is warm and muggy and the shower feels lovely as it blasts the hangover away. A new bottle of shower gel on the side. She lathers up and washes quickly, using the same product to wash her hair while making a mental list of all the things they will need. Whether they are staying is not a question that needs answering. The thing has been proven. Time travel exists. They are in a bunker a hundred million years ago. The world ends. They’ve got to stop that happening. The idea of it, the sheer overwhelming concept overshadows any trace of homesickness she feels. She loves her family. She misses them, but her mind is mission orientated. It always has been. Things are black and white to Safa. She has to do this and be here so therefore she cannot do anything about missing her family or home. Besides, she gets to work with Mad Harry Madden and Ben Ryder and that is enough to make her smile. She already adores Harry. The man is incredible and not what she was expecting at all. He’s a squaddie through and through. He drank so much last night he was singing songs, dancing and was louder than all of them, but he has a deep respect in him too. Dignity and pride, and he clearly loves Brazilian women. She laughs again at the memory and wonders if Roland will still be sulking. Mind you, even he was tipsy and in the end he kept saying how glad he was they were all there. I am so glad. So glad. Really so glad. Indeed, I am really rather glad. He even admitted he didn’t have a clue what he was doing, but he muttered that and she pretended she didn’t hear. Sometimes an ace is best left in the sleeve.