Daryl took a couple of minutes to come round. When he did he stared round the room, then at Gemma and Vincent. He shook his head, forced his way upright then quickly headed for the front door, muttering as he went. He slammed it shut behind him as he left.
Vincent held out his arm. “Shall we?”
Gemma smiled, nodded and took his arm. Once again she felt the thrill of his touch, but now she had some idea of where it came from.
They walked to the front door, opened it, and went through. As soon as they got outside Gemma knew something had happened. Daryl was hobbling his way towards his friends where they stood in a group. But the really eye-catching thing was one of Daryl’s friends lying on the floor. Just a couple of feet away stood Stan, feet planted in the ground, using all of
