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Time wasn't on her side； any second she might click back into being a mindless moron again。 Don't push too hard； thinking hurts but you've got to get the hell out of here。 This place was hell。 The car； it was parked on the big riverside park。 She thought she knew the way； back down through the Riverside Shopping Centre and over the suspension bridge。 But even if she managed to find it； would she be able to drive it？ You might black out suddenly。 The streets would be jammed with abandoned vehicles and crowds aimlessly blocking the way； mobs that would surely go on the rampage。
Despair。 She wouldn't make it； neither could she stay here。 In that case 。 。 。 and somewhere in the recesses of her confused mind she remembered the empty house in First Terrace。 It was a long way from here； further than the car park down by the river； but it was out of town and maybe she would make it。
A year or two ago she used to go there quite a lot； in the days before Pauline's mother had died。 A calling place； mainly to fill the afternoon in before it was time to go to Tiffany's。 As far as she knew the place was still empty； some structural problems that had prevented the family from putting it on the market。 Subsidence caused by the drought of 1976 had cracked the foundations and； accord…。 ing to Pauline； the insurance pany were being bloody awkward about it； looking for loopholes and trying to get the family to have a cosmetic job done and put it up for sale at a third of the market value。 They were still arguing； which meant the place was still unoccupied。 And for the moment that was the place to go。
In those few seconds before her mind fogged again Jackie had the foresight to fill her empty plastic carriers with food from the counter； scooping up anything within reach； regardless of how it broke or crumbled。 The rest of that nut crumble； handfuls of fresh salad； some baked potatoes that were going cold。 A morass； a bag in either hand； and then the mist came down again。
She wandered aimlessly around the restaurant； shied away from the steaming unattended stoves because fire terrified her； a creature seeking a way out from an unfamiliar place。
She found her way back into the main church。 That man was still there but now she did not recognise him； did not remember having seen him before。
'They did this。' He regarded her with a glassy stare； still dribbling。 The Russians。'
Fear； because she did not understand his words and his whispered tone frightened her。 He was a threat to her safety。 She ran blindly； not knowing where she was going； a panic…stricken flight that took her back outside into the hot dazzling sunlight； blinded her so that she did not see the flight of stone steps。
She screamed as she fell； felt the impact； but strangely it did not hurt； rolling； bumping； her inflamed body cushioning the blows； still clutching those carriers as they spilled scraps of natural wholefood in her wake。 Landing on the pavement below where everything came back to her again。 The fall had jump…started her brain； set her sluggish reasoning in motion once more。
People still milled about aimlessly； unintelligible shouts and grunts filled the air。 Pushing； shoving； a young girl screaming as they trampled her； maddened cattle preparing to stampede。
Jackie Quinn pulled herself up； scrambled back up those steps； still carrying her squashed food。 For a few moments； at least； she knew the way she had to go； through St Julian's again and out the back way； keep clear of the crowds and hurry whilst she still remembered which way to go。
There were fewer people on this side of town。 A woman was slumped on a bench； she looked dead； and a man sat beside her apparently unaware of her presence。 He looked up once as Jackie hurried by but he gave the impression that he did not even see her。 He might have been blind。
It was amazing； frightening； how her strength had not waned。 If anything she felt stronger； fitter； except for the smarting of her flesh and that constant thumping headache。 In those first few awful minutes （hours？） she had weakened； felt abominably ill； but now that sensation had passed。 She refrained from looking down at herself； didn't want to know； it was as if she had been given another body； a strong coarse squat butch frame。 A sex change？ God； she'd never look at herself again。
Hurry； your mind could go again at any second and then you'll be lost！
It was a long way； maybe two miles。 Over the English Bridge； turning to the right； preferring to walk in the road because there were people about again； most of them sticking to the pavements； an instinct that was too ingrained in them for them to venture on to the highway。 Yet。
A jumble of motor vehicles； a dozen or more minor crashes except for the one in the middle of the road where a lorry had shot the lights and gone over a Mini。 The lights were still working； eerily； pointlessly； red； amber； green； but nobody was going anywhere。
A body lay on the tarmac； stark naked。 Man or woman； it was hard to tell because it was mangled and bloody； probably thrown from the crushed car。 Jackie thought she might spew again but that feeling of nausea was stopped instantly by an animal…like roar that had her forgetting the carnage。
A man was ing round the back of a bumped Ford pick…up； shouting hoarsely； pointing at Jackie。 In one fleeting second she saw and understood。 He was big and muscular； blotched skin like everybody else； and naked from the waist downwards。 He wanted her； all right； and for one reason only！
She broke into a run； her carrier bags bumping and jogging against her； fast strides that scarcely affected her rate of breathing。 Weaving her way through the line of cars； aware of his padding bare footsteps。 Louder； closer； he would catch her soon； it was inevitable。 Her heartbeats speeded up in time with her pounding head。
And then she heard a scream； half…checked and turned her head back to look。 Her pursuer had altered his course； spied a woman propped up in a newsagent's doorway。 A couple of bounds and he had her； threw her roughly down on the concrete。 She struggled； screamed again but it was futile。 So deliberate； so fast； a stag taking his hind by force on the rutting stand。 A forced mating； any female was fair game。
Jackie fled； veered to the other side of the road because she spied a bunch of youths and wanted to avoid passing close to them。 They did not appear to notice her。 More than her life was at stake。
With relief she saw and recognised the Monkmoor lights。 A phone box； an idea that hurt like a migraine stab almost blanked her out again。 She would ring Jon； he would e and rescue her。 Whatever had been between them in the past was a strong enough link。 He would not desert her in her terrible hour of need。
Jackie Quinn glanced around； furtively； guiltily。 A youth on the opposite side of the road was watching her； yet his expression was not one of lust like the man who had chased her； rather vacant as though he saw but did not understand； almost hypnotised。