The girl relaxed, helped along by her physical and emotional exhaustion, and fell into sleep next to him, her chest slowly rising and falling before she turned on her side, spooned by him. That's how he woke in the morning too, with a still sleeping, shackled girl in his arms. Nature called - he needed a shower, food, and more information. There were the two goons, who might knew more about this affair, and there would have to be others in this city who knew Bunker Tim better, knew why he might want to get something frozen in liquid nitrogen.