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Water.  

Dirt.  

Rocks. 

Dark.

This was so not the floor of his flat.

 

And god ... he hurt. 

His head, arm, face.

It hurt to breathe. 

When he tried to move, the world flipped upside down and so did his stomach.  He managed to roll over enough to not vomit all over himself. 

Barely.

 

Glasses … where were his glasses? 

Struggling to his feet … 

This …. bank of the Thames

And that … across the way … other bank.

The shadowy outline of MI5

Low tide.  Need to move. 

 

Lambeth Bridge…

Wrong… 

Something…

He was wrong…

 

He clutched his left arm to his chest, wavering on his feet.  

They ached.  Throbbed.

 

Low tide.  Need to move. 

 

Need… 

He needed…

Thinking hurt…

 

Six.

Needed to get to Six. 

 

Lambeth … he reminded himself 

Below Lambeth

Steps.  Needed to find. 

 

Six.  

He could make it to Six.