20 Run Rabbit, RunMcDowell decided to discard the bike sixty miles outside the city when she had been approaching the point at which she needed to travel across the surrounding natural terrain. This, coupled with the fact that she stuck out like a sore thumb, as she seemed to be the only living soul travelling on that particular road, had convinced her that it was time to look for an alternative means of transport. She was exhausted by now and had been awake and on the move for more hours than she cared to remember and still there was an extremely long way to go before the safe haven of the commune. Her clothes were not up to the job of spending a night out in the open – and nor was she. Her mouth was throbbing again as her body’s adrenaline subsided. McDowell knew she would have to comma
