Chapter 14
A gloved hand reached out and knocked the door to a small flat. A few moments later the door was opened. The man who opened the door looked very surprised by the visitor.
"I need to speak to Nadir Khan." Erik said. The man nodded, escorting Erik in. He indicated Erik should sit down and then left the room. The man soon returned with the Daroga in tow.
"Thank you Darius. You are dismissed." Nadir waved his servant away. "Is something wrong Erik? You seemed distressed."
"Yes Nadir, there is very much something wrong." Erik said. Erik was struggling to breathe underneath his mask.
"Did something happen to Morgan?" the Persian asked alarmed.
"No it is more that something happened with Morgan," Erik corrected in a tired tone.
"Dear Allah," Nadir breathed, "Erik you don't mean that…" he trailed of suggestively.
"What?" Erik asked confused. He suddenly sat up straight, his eyes bulging in alarm. "Wha – No! My God man! Get your mind out of the gutter Nadir! Erik is a gentleman. He would never–!" Erik felt his indignation was beyond words. Daroga waved Erik down.
"Alright Erik! I'm sorry I suggested it!" he laughed.
"You should be!" Erik said stubbornly.
So, what is the problem?" Daroga said putting the conversation back on track.
"Morgan finally told where she is from," Erik said. He did not want to drop a bombshell on Nadir's head out of nowhere.
"I don't see why that is a problem," Daroga said confused. Erik sighed.
"Nadir, Morgan said she is from the 21st century," Erik said. Daroga raised an eyebrow higher than anyone would have thought physically possible.
"Don't look at Erik like that Nadir," Erik said crossly, "Erik is merely repeating what the girl said."
"And do you believe her?" Nadir inquired. Erik sighed, leaning his head back.
"I don't think she was lying," Erik replied at last, "She does not strike Erik as someone who would be good at lying."
"Then you are worried for Morgan's mental health, I take it?" Nadir guessed. Erik sat up and stared at his companion.
"Well what am I supposed to think? Erik thinks he may be in love with this woman, and she just told him she is from the future? Right after she hit here head so hard she blacked out, might Erik remind you." Daroga paused for a moment.
"Do you think she is insane Erik?" Daroga asked thoughtfully. Erik laughed a dark, humorless laugh.
"What do I know of sanity, Nadir?"
"I would like to talk to the lady myself, if it is all right with you, Erik," the Persian requested.
"I suppose you may," Erik sighed.
Someone shaking me gently wakened me. I had fallen asleep cuddling Maestro. I opened my eyes slowly. Erik was knelt beside me on the floor. Maestro was curled up in a ball on top of my chest.
"How do you feel Morgan?" Erik asked. I sat up, stretching and rubbing my eyes, much to Maestros discontent.
"Sleepy," I grunted. Maestro mewed loudly in protest to my change of position. I picked up the indignant cat, which lapsed into quite purring as I began to stroke him.
"You may want to get dressed. Nadir is paying us a visit," Erik said. I nodded and started to stand up. I suddenly felt faint. I fell right into Erik's arms as he rushed forward to prevent me from knocking my brains out again.
"Perhaps you should help me," I mumbled into Erik's chest.
"Perhaps I should."