Peyton started off down the hall. “Let’s find out.”

Outside the operating room, Peyton found Elim talking quietly with the villager she had seen in the mess hall.

“About our other request,” Peyton said.

Elim smiled. “Follow me.”

He led them out of the building, across the aid camp, to a single-lane runway. At the end, Peyton could make out a large plane without many windows. A cargo plane. And as her eyes adjusted to the night, she saw the unmistakable emblem of a red cross on the side.

“They arrived with supplies just as the outbreak began. They didn’t make it. It’s yours if you can use it. Besides, there are no pilots here.”

Without a word, Avery began walking across the runway toward it.

Desmond shot Peyton a look that said, I’ll keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn’t leave without us.

Peyton thanked Elim, but the man waved it off.

“It’s the least I could do for the woman who saved my life. I’m sure I would not have survived without ZMapp.”

“You don’t have me to thank for that,” Peyton said. “A woman at the Kenyan Ministry of Health, Nia Okeke, was very convincing. She deserves the credit.”

Elim nodded grimly, as if hearing the woman’s name saddened him.

“I’m afraid we can’t take Hannah with us,” Peyton said.

“I expected as much. I assure you, I will give her the very best care I can.”

Peyton could see that he meant it.

“I know you will. Thank you.”

Back inside the building, Peyton took a deep breath before walking into Hannah’s room. Elim and the woman from the village followed right behind her.

Hannah lay in the bed resting, her eyes closed. Monitors showed her vitals, which Peyton was glad to see were strong.

Peyton placed a hand on Hannah’s shoulder.

“Hannah.” She paused. “Can you hear me?”

Hannah opened her eyes slowly.

“I need to go. Elim is going to take good care of you.”

Hannah nodded, thanked Elim, then looked at the woman beside him.

“You’re from the village,” she said.

Elim translated, and the woman nodded.

Elim then explained to both Hannah and Peyton, “Your colleague, Millen Thomas, brought her to Mandera.”

Millen is alive. Peyton was overjoyed at the news, but Hannah’s expression suggested she was even more joyful. A tear ran down her face.

“He found me in the hospital,” Elim said. “I was alive, but just barely. Millen and Dhamiria rehabilitated me.” He looked at the woman beside him. “Gave me a reason to live.” To Hannah, he added, “I’ve recently learned how powerful that medicine can be.”

There was a long pause.

Hannah reached out and took Peyton’s hand. Hannah’s tears were coming faster now, but she didn’t cry out loud.

Peyton asked the question she knew the younger woman wanted to. “Where did Millen go?”