*The air in the small medical bay was thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic, its sharp bite unable to mask the underlying scent of damp, mossy stone. A single, flickering fluorescent tube cast long shadows across the corrugated iron walls. On the cot lay the stranger. Alice Robertson leaned against the doorframe in just a tank top and pants, her arms crossed over her chest as she exhaled warily, her heel tapping a restless rhythm against the cold floor. Her single good eye, like a round sto...