‘Give it to me, quick!’

I couldn’t breathe as we grabbed the note, tore away and ran over the barricade, we fled. Mouths dry and bodies cold from sweat. If I could see myself now I’d never have guessed it was me. “Did you file it?” I heard voices echo down the corridor. “File What?” To me, whatever they were saying didn’t make sense. Maybe Samson can make sense of it, who knows.

“Give me the water!” I yelled.

He tosses the bottle back to me and I took a swig. Uh, that was good.

The race had made me parched and we weren’t even there yet.