Destination

As Lewis collapsed onto the floor, I crossed the room to Jen. She didn't seem to have moved; had she even registered the struggle with Lewis?

I held her upper arms, trying to get her to look at me.

"Jen? Jen - we've got to get out of here. Now."

Her lips moved, as she struggled to form a word or frame a thought, but she could say nothing.

"Jen. I'm going to hold you now, OK? Nothing bad is going to happen, but it will be a bit strange." A bit strange? At least with Kate, she'd had some idea of what was going to happen. How would Jen react to this new shock?

A knock at the door told me there wasn't time for explanations. I thought hard about our flat, and in spite of Jen's resistance, I held her to me.

Blink.

Shit. We were back under the bridge.



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