"Get up Ruby, Spider is cooking something he calls a fry up."
Olga was gone, leaving her bedroom door open. It had all been a dream after all, though Ruby remembered everything he'd told her and where to go after crossing the Black Sea.
"Crossing the black sea ! Silly bitch, listen to yourself." She muttered.
She sat on the edge of the bed and looked for her bag with the clean knickers in it. She saw her outdoor coat folded up on the chair and on it was a poppy, a bright red poppy. She was naked and it was cold, but Ruby walked over and picked up the brightest red poppy she'd ever seen.
"It's real."
The flower was fresh, it looked like it had been picked that morning. A poppy that only grew in the summer, yet she held it in her hand. Ruby cried, she now knew the rest was true and what awaited her and her friends in Varna and beyond.
"The most dangerous place on earth. Don't worry Kurt, I can be strong."
