Chapter Three: DreamtimeJamie sat with his back to the door, his eyes red raw, stinging from prolonged crying. Without his friend beside him, he felt mortally afraid and more vulnerable and alone than ever before in his life. If only Tim had listened to him, they could both be at home by now, tucking into their tea, laughing together, looking forward to another bike ride the following day. But Tim never listened to him and the consequence of this was that everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. Now, Tim was lost and Jamie was all by himself in this wretched room. As a new bout of sobs welled up from the back of his throat, he couldn't imagine a worse situation to be in.
Slowly, the realisation of the utter uselessness of shedding tears brought a new, simmering anger to replace his
