he’d planned it was still a better result than their group effort. He kept this all to himself though. The victory was in the result at the end of the day, not in the argument. A quiet victory. For now he’d play along with the charade.

Andrew has finished carving an opening for them to pass through. His drive to eat a warm meal fuelling his hacking and slashing of the vines and branches. Dylan has his backpack on at this stage too. A schoolbag packed to the brim with whatever Cathy could fit in without weighing him down. The other two backpacks were heavier and bulkier and contained everything she didn’t want to leave behind. The guys would carry them while she took the duvet and another bag of Dylan’s clothes.

They load them up and