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no service sign on the screen. He took his phone from his jacket pocket and flicked the leather cover open.
                  Like mine and Phoenix’s, the No Service sign winked back at him.
                  “And what’s the bet it’s the same with every mobile phone in this place?”
                  “The landline works.”
                  “But no one answered at SKY when you rang,” I replied, “They work 24 hours, someone should have answered.”
                  “What the hell is going on?” Seb stared at the phone in his hand.
                  “No idea,” I said, “Do you think Adag will have realised something is wrong?”
                  “That woman couldn’t find her own ass with both her hands slapped on her butt,” Seb was dismissive of the Assistant Manager.
                  “She’s not stupid,” I said to Seb.
                  “I’m glad you think so,” Adag’s voice made us both jump and we turned, Seb swinging his wheelchair around so fast that he almost knocked me over. I grabbed the table to steady myself and called him a twat.
                  Seb had the decency to look embarrassed, but it didn’t last.
                  Adag stood at Seb’s door. She didn’t look worried, but she was not a person who was ruffled easily by most situations. Adag was not a tall woman, a bit on the plump side, but she had good curves. Not overly busty and always smartly dressed in a pencil skirt, white blouse and either a cardigan or blazer. Her hair was black tinged with red, henna I suspected, it was cupped around her oval shaped face, and her eyes in contrast to her hair were a light brown with gold flecks in the pupils.
    Adag’s grandparents had come from the Gujarat in India, she was second generation born in England. She spoke English like a Londoner and her ex-husband had been English. She was on the surface totally assimilated into an English way of living, but sometimes I saw a glimpse of her long forgotten heritage in the way she spoke and how she did certain things.
                  Right then as she stood at the door, she was fingering the chain around her neck, it had a silver pendant on it, she told everyone it was a St Christopher medal, but I knew differently. About six months ago, the clasp on it had broken and I had found it on the floor outside of the Yellow Room where the medication for the residents was kept. I had picked it up and taken it to Shannon to give back to Adag, but not before I got a good look at it. It was not St Christopher engraved on the heavy piece of silver that had been moulded over a piece of burnished amber. Of course, I had said nothing about my discovery. What did it matter what was engraved on Adag’s pendant?
                  “Mitch said he couldn’t get a signal on his mobile, I couldn’t get one on mine either,” she said, “He came to use the landline, but no one answered.”
                  “Our mobiles aren’t working either,” I said.
                  “I rang SKY,” Seb said, “No answer.”
                  “I went on line,” Adag said. She didn’t have to tell us what she had seen.
                  “Who else knows?” I asked.
                  “Mitch, me, you two.”
                  “Phoenix as well,” I added, “You need to tell Shannon and the Gore…Gregory, but not the others.”
                  “My thoughts exactly,” To my surprise Adag agreed with me, “I need you two to act as if nothing has happened, we need to keep calm for the sake of the others.”
                  “What’s there not to be calm about?” Seb said in his usual flippant way.
                  Adag smiled thinly, “Nothing,” and she turned to leave the room, hesitated, then grabbed her