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"Rage. Anger. Fury. I hurled myself at the attackers," Raoul reported with quiet pride. "They ripped my silk kimono, but I persevered. And it was then, I rather imagine, that I received the blip on the headbone. Because the next thing I remember is waking up here, with an ugly hairy man bending over me."
Raoul shuddered again at the recollection.
"I am telling you all this, my friend," Raoul continued plaintively, "because I need you to explain to Xris why I did not arrive at the Olicien Pest Control factory in my yellow coverails. It was the first time I have been where I was not supposed to be instead of where I Was."
That statement momentarily confusing even Raoul, he paused to try to figure it out, gave it up as a bad effort.
"Ah, but I am certain Xris went in search of me. I am certain he found you, my friend, and that you are all right. Yes, I know you're all right!" Raoul repeated, his lips trembling. "You must be. I can't bear to think of you lying there, hurt, alone .... "
It seemed to Raoul that he heard a voice, a whisper, inside his head. It was familiar, reassuring, and it even provided instructions.
"Find out the name of the ship," Raoul repeated to himself. "Very well. If you think it will help." The door slid open and the ugly man walked inside. Raoul turned his head into the pillow. "Really, my friend," he whispered to the Little One, "this person is simply too frightful to bear! I am surprised he has the nerve to show such a face in public!"
The ugly mall said nothing
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