the oppressive blackness of the small space and she had no idea how long she had lain unconscious. But she knew the terrain had changed. They were no longer travelling on smooth tarmac and the car jerked unsteadily across uneven ground as it trundled towards its unknown destination. She lay there without any idea of the passage of time nor the distance she had travelled and thought of Frank Phillips. I love you, Frank. * * * The car sped through the desolate
