After a long, hot shower, she wrapped herself in her favourite towelling robe and lay back on the bed. As always, after these excursions, she was tired - even more so after the unexpected event during this one. As she dozed off, she remembered the face of the other person at the scene of the crash. Had it been her imagination, or had they looked at her a little too closely, when she had smiled and raised her eyebrows? Oh well...no matter. She wasn't likely to see that person again anyway.
As she slept, her cat, Rolly, wandered out of the kitchen and over to the ordinary-looking shopping bag in the hall. He batted at the bag, until it tipped over. He sniffed at the bag of white powder - one of six - which tumbled out, then moved on, disinterested, and went into the living room for a nap on the couch.
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