After passing out because of the syringe, Michael was still asleep for a long time and it was morning the next day and he was still asleep. The others are all set to go to Morocco, their bags are all hauled up in the van.
“What are we going to do with him?” Garie asked her uncle Milton.
The two of them stood around the couch where Michael was sleeping.
“We can just haul him into the van,” Milton said, and Garie whipped her head towards her uncle.
“What? Haul him into the van? He’s your brother!”
“Don’t worry. He won’t be waking up anytime soon. Knowing my brother, he would be asleep for another two to three hours. That’s how he is when he passes out because of his fear of needles.” Milton said, and then he turned towards Enrico and Arlo.
“You two, carry Michael into the van. I’ll tak
