The night had withdrawn into the darkness and there was only the hint of haze which shrouded the Packhouse and the dense of the trees that grew around it.

Ema stood at her post her eyes focusing on the trees, ears open, she was ready for anything. There was a certain nervousness, that Helen could feel in the room that made her tense up.

Just then there was a breaking sound of a twig in the background. Ema’s head immediately swung around and her eyebrows made a v as she peered at the blackness. Then all was calm again as a great number seemed to be counting the seconds of...