Official Report

British Intelligence

Code: 3986

Kathleen Winfred

That night I slept in a real bed for the first time in what seemed to me like forever. 

I suppose it wasn't exactly a luxurious bed. It was top bunk in a set of bunk beds I would share with Pirot.

Pirot told me to make myself at home. I had no belongings, but Pirot returned to me my necklace I had been wearing when I was captured. She said that everything else had been burned to erase any evidence that Kathleen Winfred still lived. 

I was Ilsa now. I had to get used to my new name. I was a new person now. If anyone outside of Von Steubon, Pirot, or Albert, saw through our ruse, I could face death. The people who had helped me could face it as well.

The bed may not have been luxury, as the hotel had been when I visited on that visit to France, long ago, but to me it felt heavenly.

I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.