Clothes not needed

"You are probably hungry and thirsty" he says, a statement more than question.

I nod in reply - not only is my throat dry but I realize I can't remember the last time I ate.

"Leave this room, turn right, and walk until you see a dining area on your left. Nourish yourself, then wait for further instructions."

"Yes sir," I reply softly. Food and drink will be good for my babies I think as I turn and head out of the room.

It is not far to the dining area he mentioned. I see about a half dozen women, each with a scare and visible baby bump just like mine, sitting at small tables and another table off to the side with bowls and glasses filled with food and drink.

Not knowing what else to do I grab a bowl and glass and look for a place to sit. I recognize one of the other woman - the one who had been in front of me in line earlier.

I take a seat next to her. "Hi. I didn't tell anyone that you were sent here as a spy."

"Oh, that's okay" she replies. "I told them myself. After all, spying might harm my babies, and nothing is more important than protecting my babies."

I knew exactly how she felt, and after a few more pleasantries, concentrated on my food and drink, wondering what would come next.

1. I am soon led to a room
2. I wait a long time in the dining area, and wonder if something is wrong
3. As I sit there, I start to realzie how crazy this all is

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