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"We were definitely playing with them."
She says this to herself, or to me. I'm looking at the empty cage, all my enthusiasm for the search gone.
"Definitely." She says again. Sighs and puts her head in her hands.
"My hands even smell like gerbil." Her voice comes out muffled from between her fingers.
The cage is made of plastic. The top half clear, the bottom part hot pink. It is, or was, the home of Lisbeth - one of the more recent additions. It was my turn to pick a name so I went with a character from the book I was reading at the time.
Claire looks pained which suprises me. Lisbeth was her least favourite from the last litter, not that she'd admit that. Then I notice the empty pill packet in her hand.
"We're out." I thought so anyway, we've probably been out for a while. I have the beginnings of a headache which will only get worse, and my body feels exhausted although my mind is still whirring.
Perdidazine is our drug of choice at the moment. Cheap blue an