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She decided to go to the police first. Maybe, just maybe, someone had (34) 1234 in her bag or the thief had been caught. But how would she find the nearest police station? She'd have to ask someone.
The man in the newsagent's was helpful and polite, which put a slight smile back on Tonya's face, and she soon found herself talking to a police officer in Marylebone Police Station. 'Thank goodness my English isn't bad. At (35) 1234 I can communicate easily,' she thought. 'It would be a lot worse if I couldn't understand what he was asking me.'
The officer took down her (36) 1234 and went to see if her bag was in the lost property-room. 'Oh, please let it be there,' thought Tonya. 'What am I going to do if it's not?' When the officer returned, she saw from the expression on his face that her worst fears had been realised. Now she really was in (37) 1234 . She wiped away the tears that were starting to run down her cheeks.
'Please don't get upset,' he said kindly. 'Every problem's got a solution. I'm not quite sure what yours is in this (38) 1234 , but I'm sure there is one. You did the right thing coming to us anyway.'
Three hours later, Tonya was sitting in a small room in the embassy. From what she'd been told by the embassy staff, if the bag didn't turn up by tonight, they'd have no choice but to put her on a plane back home. 'What a complete (39) 1234 ,' she thought. "But I suppose it is a trip I'll never forget.'