Tom ran as fast as he could along the forest path, his leaden legs refusing to go any faster.
He was sure the kidnappers were after him, but he dare not stop and look back.
Frantic with worry he put his hand inside his jacket pocket and felt for her, but the pocket
was empty. In despair he shouted her name. It was always the same dream and each time
he awoke at the same point, gasping for breath and calling for her.