"Timon?" said Cruz.
"Timon."
"There's no timon here? I mean, here over there. In New World New Zealand."
"No," said Jelly.
Susanto yawned horribly, and said:
"Jelly, could we continue this discussion tomorrow? I got no sleep at all for the past forty eight hours."
"I'm so sorry," Jelly said, grinning widely. "Yes, maybe it's better that we talk again tomorrow. I think there is a high probability that we'll need to talk the day after tomorrow, too. Why don't you gentlemen move into my villa? It's very comfortable and there's plenty of food and drink and entertainment. Best of all, it's free of charge for my friends."
An alarm bell rang loudly in Cruz's head. He wasn't sleepy any more. When someone was offering a freebie with one hand, the other usually held a knife. He said, somewhat stupidly:
"Your villa?"
"My villa."
