"If you know that he has found someone who looks exactly like me, then you'd have guessed why I am being held captive here," Wendy sighed.
Zen tried hard to recall what had happened, "All I remember is that when I was thrown into the plane, I saw a person who looked exactly like you. But someone knocked me out when I turned around to try and warn you guys.
"I might have woken up a few times during the trip, but I cannot, for the life of me, remember what went on. All I remember is that I was hurting very badly. The pain was so bad that I was shaking down to my very soul."
Having had some water to drink, Zen seemed less dehydrated and was now able to string a couple of sentences together.
"That was because the doctor was trying to remove the bullet from your wound," Wendy informed her. Thinking back, she cringed with fear and heartache as she remembered a pale-faced Zen with huge beads of sweat rolling off her forehead.
