“Three dimensional
maze,” he shouts, “There is vertical now as well as horizontal.”
“How do I get back?”
she asks.
“I suspect you
cannot,” he tells her. “Keep moving, we will find you.”
A growl not too far
behind her brings Fiona to her senses, sends her running once more.
The screaming has stopped, replaced by a determined growl, while the
tearing at the bushes sounds more ferocious.
Fiona's running blindly
now, just turning corners at random, left here, right there, just
trying to put some distance between her and whatever is in pursuit.
She takes another left and runs straight into a dead end.
