Her toes struggled to grip onto the slimy rocks. Slippers were not the right sort of footwear for this kind of thing, but she hadn't had much of a choice.

She's spotted him through the net curtains, hovering on the doorstep, ready to knock.

Not today, she muttered.

She scurried out of the back door. Leapt the fence. Hadn't realised she could still manage it, but then adrenaline did that to you. She heard the knocking as she dropped over the other side of the fence and into the woods beyond.

RAP RAP RAP.

She scaled the rocks down towards...