trying to escape the fury of the ocean behind them. There was no point in searching for refuge on land however, all they would find here is misery, and Steve was about to do the opposite. Driven into the chaos of the Atlantic Ocean on a vehicle totally unsuited for this type of weather, running head first into total uncertainty in an attempt to escape certain death on land. But they had no other option.

He looks down at Dylan. They boy is soaking wet and freezing cold. He shivers and looks back up to him and looking as if he is about to ask a question, but Steve holds a finger up to his lips and whispers: Ssshhhhh.

He didn’t know who was around. If he’d learned anything in the last two days it was to expect everything. Mark had outplayed him too