He would even have preferred a forced landing because it would have brought him a few more kilometers closer to the road, but that was out of his hands. They were called Fata Morgana, but, as far as he knew, they referred to images, not voices. He was silent for minutes, but as nothing could be heard, he started to call out to her again, but no one answered. I wanted to talk some more before I fall asleep.”
There was something like a giggle, then Melina said:
“We’ll talk tomorrow, after sunrise.”
“But why not now?” He asked. He suspected it was somehow also made by Melina, specifically, the voice she was talking to, though he couldn’t explain how. -Robert whispered to himself and considered the best strategy to get him closer to the Benghazi airfield. When he asked her why she replied that it was because of the exhausting sex party and changed the conversation. Still the sun’s rays woke him up the next morning, and he tried to do a tally by looking at the map about how far he had traveled of the 111 kilometers he had to do.
