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Images of the morning before crawled through my aching head: the arrival of the Daywatch, being bundled along with Alistair into the back of an ambulance with no windows, being told to strip so they could determine how badly I was burned and finally being covered from head to toe in some disgusting concoction that not only felt like a slug’s slime trail, but smelled like it too.  I was one crispy, slimey and generally disheveled vampire.

I groaned as the thoughts slammed through my head and then groaned again as the smell of the (now dry) slime assailed my newly awakened nostrils. If the medic hadn’t sworn to me that it was a vital remedy for burnt Vampires, I’d have not only told him where to shove it, but I would have proceeded to insert the entire can of that disgusting crap, very deeply, into the aforementioned orifice. 

Probably sensing my foul mood, the EMT (or whatever he was) waited till AFTER he slimed me to tell me it was also an anesthetic and I’d soon be unconscious.  I gave him my best withering look and said, “If anyone tries anything while I’m under I will hunt him down and castration will ensue.”   My words were probably slurred at that point, but he looked appropriately scared.  The Daywatch are humans, so my threat had much more weight than it would’ve had on the Nightwatch.  I had managed one more withering look to bring the point home before I passed out.

“Friggin’ Daywatch,” I muttered.  I pushed myself into an upright position and promptly wished I hadn’t. After my head stopped pirouetting and the guy with the sledgehammer stopped hitting me, I looked around the room.

I was in a small dark cube with three examination tables and a wall full of cupboards and sinks and what looked like medical crap.

I was on one examination table and the other two were also occupied. Al’s naked form adorned one. I looked away quickly. There was something very creepy about being in a room with your great-great-great-whatever grandfather lying there totally naked.

I turned my attention to the other table and saw that it was occupied by Geo. I was very glad to see that he was clothed. 

I looked down at myself.  I, like Al, was bereft of attire.

With thoughts of a shower and clothes foremost in my mind, I staggered to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. I growled in frustration and shook the handle, but to no avail.

“Sorry,” said Geo, from behind me.  I whirled around to see him rubbing sleep out of his eyes. “I locked it.”

I glared at him as, with one hand against the wall to steady myself, I tried in vain to cover myself with the other.

He got up and came over. He was good enough to keep his eyes on the door, but I felt very uncomfortable. He pulled out a key and unlocked it.

“There is a dressing room with a shower just across the corridor. You can wash the burn salve off and put some clothes on,” he said.

That was all I needed to hear. With a brief mutter of thanks, I made it through the door, across the corridor and into the other room faster than an Olympic sprinter.

The shower felt AMAZING.  I let warm water flow over me until I was absolutely free of that caked-on slime.  My hair was the hardest to cope with, but lucky for me they had some of that children’s detangler conditioner.   That stuff is a lifesaver, I tell you.  When I got out of the shower, I saw my hair was hardly singed.  Again, lucky me - most of the burnt hair had fallen out and grown back.  Plus, the burned skin sloughed off in the shower.  I didn’t even want to look at the tiled floor.  It was probably really, really gross.

There was an unopened pack of clean underwear, a sports bra, a t-shirt that said “I Has A Bucket” with a walrus sketched on it and a pair of jeans waiting for me.  The shirt and jeans were slightly big, but it felt good to have something to cover me.  I’m not a nudist, ya know.

But, apparently, Al is.  I was about to go back into the medical room when Alistair waltzed right in, totally buck naked. I got  whiplash, I looked away so fast.

“Oh, don’t be such a prude,” he said.

“Prude?” I snapped. “It’s not prudish to not want to see the … the … well, you, naked.  You’re like my great-great-great-whatever grandfather.”

“Okay,” he said, “You have a point. I will admit that I didn’t relish having to be in that ambulance with you in the buff either.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear it.”

“Anyway,” he said, “We have more serious things to worry about than nudity. Has it dawned on you yet that our little escapade of last morning was not an accident?”

I was so surprised that I looked at him, but just for a second.  I quickly stared at the ceiling.  

“Makes sense,” I said. “The polarized glass fails and then the sun juice fails.”

“And Geo locks himself in that little room and sleeps next to us.”

“So he knows too.”

“Yes, but he is not admitting to it,” said Alistair. “I just talked to him and he insists that he wanted to be close in case we needed anything, but his eyes say otherwise.”

“Great,” I said. “So, not only do we have to find out who the killer of your friend was, but now we have to find another killer who’s after us.”

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