“This is all assuming we get there in time,” said Danny. “If there are traffic-jams or something, or we have an accident because of the insane speed we"re going, we"ll miss the portal and be trapped.”
“No worries,” said Johnny, once again cutting into the middle-lane to flash past a BMW. “It"s all under control.”
“There are no traffic jams ahead,” said the archaeon. “I have, of course, checked. And I"ve calculated your journey precisely. If you maintain a steady one hundred and one miles per hour on this motorway, then take the M66 clockwise and the M602 for the city centre, you will be on time. Almost certainly.”
The neon lights along the motorway stretched before them like a tunnel in the night. Up ahead, the sky was beginning to brighten. A clock on the dashboard told her it was just
