Dried, browned and brittle leaves broke under their feet like bone china as they walked through the wood. The day had turned from a dry scorching heat to a humid one and the air now felt thick and heavy to breathe. Mike stopped and placed his hand on the trunk of an ancient Oak, he let out a long-exasperated breath and ran the back of his hand over his brow, it came away sweat and dirt-smeared. He checked his watch, it was a little after eight PM and the light of the day had just started to change, the way it does when night begins to creep across the land from its home in the East.
The day"s activity had been focused on going back over The Old Chapel, room by room, inch by inch, looking for something, anything that would give them a clue as to where Scotty and the Harrison kids had gone.
