The commissioner nodded and both of them left the room by the door to the garage. Malee could hear the car leaving the safe house as she looked over at George, lying on the sofa. He looked like boy she first met so many years ago, unlike the man in the coffee shop. Malee went around the tiny room to look for a blanket to cover George and sat down by the table for a drink. She wondered if Georgia would be mad at her or report her to the master. She sighed, but at least George was fine and having a rest.

She might have dozed off from the tiredness as well because when she heard the garage door opened , she was already feeling hungry. She looked at the clock and it was closer to noon. She looked at George, who was still asleep on the sofa as the door opened and Michael came in with a large plastic bag, presumably containing the lunch from the house. He gave the plastic bag to Malee and walked over to the sofa where George was asleep. He placed his hand on George’s head and shook his head and smiled.

“He is fine.” said Michael before coming over the table to help Malee with the dishes.

“Was I asleep all the time?” said a voice behind them. It was George. “She was here, wasn’t she.” continued George while rubbing his head.

Both Malee and Michael looked at one another. She could only meant Georgia.

“Yes.” replied Malee softly.

“How are you feeling now?” said Michael.

“I am fine. And hungry. Are those for lunch?” asked George. Michael nodded.