“What the hell was
that?” Fiona asks, as the screamed roar reverberates through the
hedgerows.
“We cannot see,”
Strauss replies through the midget Mo, “But we would imagine that
whatever was set to guard your prison has just discovered your escape
and is set upon your recapture. Turn left.”
“Poor blind
teddy!” Another scream
rips through the bushes.
“We've got to get out
of here!” Fiona tells her companions. “Find that ladder now.”
Behind them, whatever
is pursuing rips a bush from the ground to clear a path. It roars
once more and it rips up another.
“We are doing our
best, m'lady. Right, then left, then just keep running.”
