And then, from behind them, no longer an outcrop of Gray’s adrenaline-fueled imagination, but as real as the rocks beneath his feet, came the sound of a man breathing heavily and the thud of feet against the wooden steps. “Faster,” he hissed at Kirsty, “come on!” The footsteps behind them grew closer and closer as they approached the end of the staircase.
EEEEEK HURRRRYYYYYY
