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"What?"

"I heard soh the rain It’s a distant torch beam And I can hear the sound of movement down the mountain

Oh my God It’s people At last

"It’s the mountain rescue! They’ve come!" I yell "Here! We need help!"

"Here!" Jess calls, and flashes her torch in the air "We’re here!"

The other torchlight disappears briefly, then reappears

"Help!" shouts Jess "We’re here!"

There’s no reply Where have they gone? Have they missed us?

"Heeelp!" I scream desperately "Please help! Over here! Can you hear us?"

"Bex?"

A fah-pitched voice comes thinly over the sound of the stor? That sounded just like--

"Bex?" coain "Bex, where are you?"

"Suze?"

As I stare upward, a figure appears at the edge of the ridge, wearing an ancient Barbour Her hair is plastered down on her head with the rain, and she’s flashing a torch about, shielding her eyes and looking around, her brow creased in anxiety

"Bex?" she screa It’s like ait’s Suze

"Bex?" Her eyes have lighted on us "Oh my God! Bex!" She shouts over her shoulder, "I’ve found her! Over here!" She starts scra "Bex!"

"Do you know her?" says Jess, looking bewildered