Margareth and Willy stood motionless in the rain that continued to hammer everything incessantly. They had covered themselves at their best with two cloaks, recovered somewhere during the escape, but they were still soaked to the bone. They had stopped just outside the perimeter of the base and now they were waiting anxiously and tried hand-holding, because of the difference in height they looked almost like mother and son waiting for the school bus in a melancholy autumn morning. Molly stopped the car without giving a glance at them, she was scared and furious at the same time, because she feared that because of that further waste of time they would have been permanently bogged down under that real deluge. Andy opened the door and shuffled to one side, Willy sat in the middle of the back
