He stopped, drank all the water that was left in the jerry can and found it sweet and cool. With her soft brown hair, gentle deer-like eyes and milk-white skin. Nice hallucination, Robert thought, but after an hour in which he had almost regained his strength he began to question himself. How long, he wondered, would it be before he knew she was missing in action? It had gotten cold overnight and he kept shivering, but he finally managed to fall asleep, but was completely numb in the morning. What happened to her?”
“Melina is inside you!”
He was stunned, not understanding, so he asked:
“What do you mean she’s inside me? Minute after minute passed and the German pilot seemed to have no intention of turning, and Robert, with one eye on the fuel gauge, was just considering whether he should abandon the race and turn back toward the convoy, where he was probably needed.
