It was midmorning on this side of the world, and Rhyn squinted up at the sky.
Midmorning light filtered into the circular chamber, the sounds of fighting distant.
It was midmorning, and the snow still fell.
After showering and dressing, he wrote a short note explaining he would be at police headquarters until midmorning and slipped it under her door.
By midmorning, Deidre was free. Katie grimaced as she wrapped the dismembered sleeves of her sweater around her wounds. Blood soaked the sweater quickly, and she held it over her head. Even before she stood, she felt woozy. Deidre tested herself and limped a few feet. Katie steadied her breathing to keep from dropping to her knees.