A stitch. In time?

The burning sensation was growing in his side. Just when he thought he was going to have to stop and gasp for mercy, Nick realised that they were by the old perimeter wall at the back of the hospital.

"We're ... we're here!" he panted, pointing at the wall.

"Give that lad a medal," grinned Alice, before she and Margaret darted through a gateway he hadn't ever noticed before. "Come on, young feller," shouted Margaret. "And you'd better hope we're not too late."



Part Two begins here.