Nine
The mountains of the Scottish Highlands towered in the distance. Rahab could barely believe her eyes, but she had underestimated the way she’d feel when she saw Area Three again. A longing filled her heart, so strong and forceful that she thought she might burst out into tears. But it was a longing for the past. A longing for the things long gone, a regret for all those mistakes she could never repair. Regret was the worst of all emotions. It was vain, because all it made you wish for was to turn back time and redo life. An impossible quest.
John had not been very talkative throughout the eight hours it took them to drive past the Neutral and Outer Areas, all the way up here. The Neutral Areas had given her chills, as ever. An anarchic place of drug dealers, chemists, and criminals
