His vision is blurry and his chest is still sore. Jeremy lifts himself up slowly to hear a small crunch. He turns his head to find the new man sitting in a chair eating an apple.
“Morning. Apple?” he holds up an apple but Jeremy declines it. “Sorry about your chest. I was only defending myself.” He takes a bite of his apple and walks to a table.
“Who are you?” demanded Jeremy. The new man turns to him with a smile and says, “Oh, how rude of me.” He holds out his hand. “The name is Alexander. Alexander Horsey.”
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