Storm was growing anxious. It seemed to her an age since Jeb had crept into the ride, and the group had still not emerged.
Something untoward was definitely going on here, and she needed to act.
She could already hear the sound of the security guards ordering people to vacate the pier, and from what she could make out, they were not the type you could reason with.
If she was going to do anything, it had to be now.
A rough voice from behind the stall she was sitting at, caused her to jump.
It sounded as if one of the guards was closer than she thought.
Storm ducked her head and ran straight for the Ghost Train, hoping that the lack of proper lighting surrounding the ride might assist in concealing her approach.
She managed to make it to the entrance without being discovered.
Staying
