He suspected it was somehow also made by Melina, specifically, the voice she was talking to, though he couldn’t explain how. He slowly got dressed not realizing if what had happened was real or just another hallucination of his. Look how much there is!”
“Because…,” Melina started to explain, but stopped at his exuberance. They still seemed like a hallucination to her, but when she doubted it, she put her hand on the can full of water and told herself that she still had to look for another explanation. What happened to her?”
“Melina is inside you!”
He was stunned, not understanding, so he asked:
“What do you mean she’s inside me? Look how much there is!”
“Because…,” Melina started to explain, but stopped at his exuberance. Something was not as he had imagined it would be. -Robert whispered to himself and considered the best strategy to get him closer to the Benghazi airfield. “What are you doing?” he asked, curious to see how real his hallucination was and how far he could go with it. The German plane’s bullets must have made a crack in the fuel tank. He had a headache and was afraid of sunstroke. After a while he heard Melina’s voice but she sounded more tired than usual. After measuring the distance on the map and seeing that he was exactly 111 km
