It started raining lightly on the hut and the queens found themselves woken up from what had seemed a very long dream conversation.
“What just happened? What did he tell you?” Consuela asked.
“All in good time” Sadie answered still processing the information.
“Let’s go back to the beach, we will be late for the wetsuits fitting.”
The ezapper’s GPS started to send new instructions. “In 10 meters turn left…”
Then it added ominously “… at your peril”.