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I fell asleep on the sofa, as I had each time since Christmas Day, and visited Sean, who looked less healthy and more distressed than ever. When my mind told me I would soon wake up, with nothing less than sheer determination, I willed my body to leave via a different route.
On my first attempt, I sprung back into the cellar as though enclosed in an impenetrable bubble that I’d stretched out of shape. With teeth gritted, and a ‘float’ up to the wall on my third try, I found myself outside in the grounds.
My mind swirled at the speed of my rapid scour of the large property. I absorbed the non-standard height of the perimeter wall. Only after I travelled fields and hit a country lane did my mental curses start flying.
The second I saw the road sign, I knew I’d seen it before, had alre
