Time to pray

Information, protection and money, all needed so desperately and here, in this desolate place, so hard to come by. But there are prospects, posibilities. If she can stay alive, stay unoticed. Something is nagging at the edge of her conciousness, it feels important, but it keeps iluding her. It is dangerous, unlikely and difficult, but she knows she has been through worse. Pushing the emotions that threaten to overwhelm her aside, as her training has tought her, to concentrate on the present, she moves through the one thing that is now her own. She has had less, it's a place to start. She needs to focus and opens a box, the scent of wax drifting from it. It is time to pray, remember what she was meant to do