When Wahida again awoke, Jonna was gone.  There was a simple meal of a small fist sized loaf of bread and a small reddish fruit that resembled an orange set out in the kitchen part of the room.  The beaded curtained archways leading both to the back of the house as well as out of the house were swaying slightly in a light breeze.  It was a little amusing that a breeze could even reach into this cramped hovel.  It was very dim in the small home, there were candles, but they were unlit.  The only light coming from the beaded curtain front archway.<br/><br/>A thumping sounded from above and the sounds of moaning.  It became obvious quickly that the home directly above Jonna was currently occupied by a pair of lovers currently engaged.  Again the smell of sex wafted along with the breeze.  Jonna's offer to find a neighbor who would be willing to service Wahida's needs hung still in the air like a cloud.  Wahida's pity for this town not withstanding, she did need to decide her next step.  She knew she wasn't welcome to stay here for long, not that she wanted too.  But nor did she want to return to the cave that her sister Marika had called home.