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I've got three more novel-length tales written and a fouth nearly completed. It had been a really long day, and only midway through what was bound to be a long week.
It had begun with his friend Danny's death two days ago, and since then the Island had been a hive of activity getting things prepared.
It wasn't her intellect that interested him at present though as he watched the live feed from her vacant bedroom, his memory providing him with hundreds of images of her sleeping in that very bed.
He felt the familiar stirring in his groin and smiled. His fingers found the small dial next to the keyboard, punched in the camera number and then rotated it back.
He settled his fingers on the keyboard, typed A68 and hit Enter.
He quickly slid himself into the narrow passage and closed the hidden hatch above him, seeing the dim lights illuminating the twenty three rungs below him.
Reaching the bottom he turned around and punched another code into the wall and the small box beside it opened. He entered the saferoom, or as he thought of it, the 'Bunker' where he could retreat to if the Island was ever attacked.
The footage continued in reverse at high speed, skipping past hours of her lying still.
She'd been asleep for five hours or so when he saw her leap out of bed, naked, and grab a towel, then disappear backwards into the bathroom.