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AMBRA SENSED A strong pair of arms around her, though she could not see anyone.
Oh God!
The re-entry sensation was like being jolted out of a nightmare mixed up with jet lag and being on a stomach-churning carnival ride all at once.
A wave of nausea hit her, and she fought to stop herself from retching.
‘Impressive!’ said Mortlock, as she emerged from MAGE, leaning on her father. ‘I know how sick it can make you feel when you come back. You should have seen the mess after …’
He stopped mid-sentence as Lightstone shot him a look.
Ambra sat down on one of the control-room chairs for a few minutes, alternatively sipping water and taking deep breaths until she had recovered.
‘So — what did you think?’ asked Mortlock.
