Jon spent the next few hours trying everything to get the vixen to talk to him. He talked about everything and nothing, he followed her.
Finally, the two horse people came and took him and the sleeping Sarah away. By this point, both he and Sarah were pretty dirty, and Jon found himself being hosed down with a garden hose before being dried and left in a small holding room. It had one of those large mirrors that Jon had seen in police dramas, which meant that someone was still watching them.
It also gave Jon a chance to see Sarah's condition. She didn't look that good. Her entire body seemed puffy and inflamed, as if she'd had an allergic reaction to whatever they'd given her. She lay there where she'd been put, on her side.
He moved to try and help her up. "Get away from me," she said, sounding weak.
"I'm trying to help you, Sarah."
Sarah struggled to move. Her joints were extremely stiff. The best she could muster was a crawl. "Why didn't they do anything to you, huh?"
