Running in crocs, in the snow, is a lot harder than I originally thought it would be. However, the Christmas fairies have come through for me as I realise that my phone is in my elf PJ pocket. I flick between Louis and Lincoln, trying to decide who is best to call. Ironically, I told Lincoln I didn’t need a hero in our first row, but I’m in desperate need of one now. He’s having Christmas dinner with his family, and I don’t want to ruin that, so I call Luis instead.
“Hello my darling, Merry Christmas,” He says cheerfully, and I realise that he has been lonelier than he had let on.
“Luis, Tim came round to the house. Now, I’m hiding on a park bench. I don’t know what to do, or where to go, and I’ve left all my money in my bedroom in the house. I don’t know if he’s looking for me, or if
