Stacey went below deck and down the hall she had before, steering far clear of the room with all the bottles. She peeked into some of the rooms, which already appeared to have gear stowed in them. Finally she found a room with two bunkbeds in it.
Stacey: Here we go.
She laid Sam on one of the lower beds, then turned to his daughter.
Stacey: C'mon, Prim. Let's go see if we can find someone to explain what's going on.
The two left the room. Stacey noticed the number on the door: 7.
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Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14
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I am Samwise son of Hamfast, if by hoe or trowel I can get these weeds out of your garden, I will.You have my shears!;)
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