We thought we could find enough regular gasoline to satisfy our needs, but we were not sure how long our engines would last using that for fuel. It wa...s suggested that we switch to diesel engines, but none of us had any idea where to find such engines. On the other hand, our two people with some chemical experience did say that they might be able to distill regular gasoline to purify it enough for us to run it in our current engines. John and Vivian, him a chemical engineer and her a chemist,. ?Where’s C’mora?? the General roared. N’bukta sat on his right with me to his left. Either side of us were other women in clean white loin-cloths and men in shorts and shirts.?In the kitchen Sir,? one of the waiters replied. ?Fetch her.?Dining at the General’s table at least gave me a decent meal, which I doubted the others would get in the prison, and part of me worried over this but another part said, ?They shouldn’t have forced you to come here in the first place.? From the way he showed me. “Oh, this smells bad”, he said as he pulled his red sedan to the side and immediately got down to check under the smoking hood. “Should I call for a tow truck?”, Savita asked getting down.“Yup,” Ashok replied checking the engine.The tow truck pulled the car to the next town but the mechanic confirmed that the car is a toast.Ashok and Savita were arguing their next step when a dealer overheard the conversation about getting a car and interrupted them. “Did I hear the words ‘I need a car’?”, he. Holding me; protecting me. He is my world, I live and breathe to please him, and in return, he lets me. His joy is my joy, his upset; my devastation. I look around myself, to find a kitty tray filled with posh, perfume scented cat litter, and realize it’s for me. It makes me aware of just how much I need the loo, and I delicately crouch in it, thankful for the privacy. I hear my pee hit the litter, and it’s so odd. So animal like, yet so much more natural than using the toilet. Humans are.