The reclusive Oliver Scott went back to take another nap.
While the suffering foreign aid team was working their butts off in Maze Village, he slept comfortably until daylight broke, almost getting up at the same time as Nora Scott.
By sheer coincidence, the two of them bumped into each other in the small canteen where Fátima was cooking up a storm.
"Sis," Oliver Scott called out.
Nora Scott glanced at him, "Where's Marcus Shaw?"
Oliver Scott shook his head blankly, "No idea."
He had gone to catch up on sleep.
But Marcus Shaw hadn't.
"He's gone to Maze Village," Fátima suddenly lifted the curtain and walked over leisurely. "After you two finish eating, get ready, and we'll head over to Maze Village together."
"Am I going with you?" Oliver Scott asked, a bit surprised.
"...It's okay if you don't want to go," Fátima said.
Oliver Scott was taken aback, "..." Felt a bit attacked, thanks.
