CHAPTER 7
Was the mist clearing a little? Callie couldn’t be sure. She felt as though she’d been stumbling about for hours, banging into rocks and being scratched by thorny bushes, while calling out until her throat felt raw. The fear was always in her mind that she might wander out of the confines of her program. She was desperate to escape, yet she was also afraid to leave El and the others behind. Would they be safe in Camelot without her? If she left, would they also be able to escape, or would they stay on in Camelot, endlessly searching for her?
In spite of her fears, Callie’s restless feet drove her on. To stand still was to become paralysed with fright. At least if she kept moving, she had the illusion of going somewhere. She peered ahead, and once more held her hand up in front
