Pandora can feel the drug pulling her into sleep... she whispers to Ob... "Josephito; I must tell you more about Connor"... Ob strokes her face and whispers back... "Tomorrow when I rise and we prepare our son for the ceremony is time enough; sleep Bruha." Pandora sighs softly and closes her eyes... drifting into oblivion.
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