Right (Direct route)

“Right” Lucy announces and strolls off in that direction. You walk besides her, idly chatting about the normal things, men, booze and sex.

A small way down the path, you suddenly realise Lucy has stopped about two steps behind you, and you turn back to her, a questioning look on your face.

“What you stopped for Luce?” but instead of replying she puts a finger to her lips to signal for you to be quiet. Taking the two steps back to her position, she takes your arm and faces you towards the trees.

“Can you see something over there?” she whispers into your ear, her hand directing your eyes between some trees. “I’m sure someone is over there.”

You look carefully, trying to pick out what she has seen, but it is a small nose of feet stepping on a twig that draws your attention, and you get a glimpse of a figure almost hidden behind the trees.

“Come on Luce, don’t think it’s a good idea to hang about, just in case” but your pull on her arm is shrugged away as she continues looking into the trees.

“Oi, you, what you up to in there?” she shouts out, much to your despair, but even so, you are close to laughing at her bluntness.