Dumas burst into the motel room without knocking.  As soon as he saw Mari lying on the bed, he hurried over, dropping to his knees beside it.  “Hey,” he murmured, completely forgetting his own instructions about letting Chester take the lead.  “Are you okay?  Would you like me to get a cold cloth for your forehead?”<br/><br/>Taking Mari’s free hand, Dumas wrapped it gently in his own.  Then, rather belatedly, he remembered that he hadn’t arrived alone.  “So,” Dumas began, looking at Chester for the first time since entering the room.  “You’ll never guess who I met on the way over -- actually, you probably will, since he’s standing right there.  Turns out that White buys his groceries somewhere around here.  Small world, huh?”