Someone gripped her under her arms and started pulling her from the room. She almost passed out again as the motion renewed the agony from her injuries. "Sheldon," she tried to tell her rescuer, but couldn't find her voice.
She saw a strawberry blonde mane of hair shake above her, but couldn't make out any words or sounds. She wondered if she was going to be deaf for the rest of her life.
She saw sunlight a moment later, then someone in white took her from Shlee. The newcomer was an old man with stringy gray hair and gray eyes.
Shelly sat upright with a jolt as she recognized Shemhazau. She was sitting on the beach in her Mens Mundi.
"We really need to stop meeting like this," the old man said with a grin. "You're making this too much of a habit. Or is it just that you missed me?"
