The wind was roaring now, driving freezing rain into my face as I dragged her along, not daring to let go in case she blew away. I struggled on. Her dead weight pulled me backwards but I knew we had to keep moving if we were going to survive. I stumbled and fell on the rain-sodden grass but I couldn’t stop, not until we got there, to Sanctuary.

I moved on, concentrating on keeping one foot going in front of the other, and hanging on to her as if I would die if I let go. I would. The night moved on and Daybreak arrived, but the rain did not ease off, I was soaked. But still it came. I had travelled for many months and at last the end was in sight.
I could see the Sanctuary lights, winking at me from afar.

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