This time come upon a German tank with a dead crew, traveling with a woman companion. We get into the tank (donning uniforms?) and then another group of German soldiers arrive. What to do...we're Americans so they'll kill us. As they approach, I speak some broken German, and come up with a story that we found them dead (actually we might have killed them...not sure) and donned their uniforms for safety. One of the officers believes us and we leave the scene, ending up at a B&B. The woman says something about, "ok, now it's time for our terms," and goes off ahead with the German officer, although she is now in a wheelchair. They go towards a volleyball game, with her catching an errant ball on the way, as the officer moves the table to allow her chair to fit at the table. I watch from the distance, thinking that she was with me, but appears to have left me for the German officer.
then the alarm...dammit, I need closure.
