“Ah Jane, you’ve finally decided to arrive I see. Thank you for escorting her, Timothy. We shall forgive your lateness just this once.” I glanced at Jon, guilt seeping through my veins as I heard him being lectured at my expense. This woman, the very same woman who first greeted me into this place, The Contra as these people seemed to refer to it as, quite plainly gave me the creeps. Jon was slowly backing towards the door, hoping so it seemed to disappear unnoticed. Fear overran me, I didn’t want him to leave. Yes, his patronising streak was an annoying attribute to his personality, yet the spot amongst the trees provided me with a tiny shred of normality that I didn’t want to lose. I feared that if Jon was to leave, then he would take away the one glimpse of normality that stood in this
