Aidan wouldn't hear the end of it. He was so engrossed in his job as a tour guide that he couldn't believe he had to leave it unfinished.
"Go home?!" he asserted. "But we have barely finished even a quarter of our tour."
"I understand, sir," I said in a tired voice. "I can't let my health deteriorate further, especially after the hypoxia. I am certain that I was hallucinating for a while back then. I really need that beauty sleep, and so do you. You look fatigued yourself, although you are currently hyperactive."
When he finally gave in, we made our way to the back of the reception to collect my books. I didn't want him to help me any further, but his insistence made me give in. He walked confidently straight ahead after putting on a black disposable mask, leaving me to catch up with his shadow.
"You don't know where my house is, so where are you taking me?" I called out after him when my weary body couldn't keep up with his enthusiasm.
