In these times, Ted had to consciously remind himself to fake empathy towards the weak and the dying. It would have looked bad to speak his mind or to avoid Junior altogether.
The nurse was as fun as a vegetable. Vigilantly staying next to his bed was a sort of sensory deprivation torture in itself.
Ted hated Junior more every minute. Junior was too weak if he succumbed to a simple spell like the one Ted had used on him. After all, the mighty cult leader had been easily able to fight the deadrouser, and the nurse succumbed like a withering flower.
There were no news from the spy yet, and while Ted had his suspicions, he felt like he had given her quite a task.
Then the good news came, but not from the direction he had expected.
They were to get international funding for their expedition to the Fin, if and only if they would give up the search for an alternative fuel.
