I'm back! So, ITCF will be updated, but as this was inspired by the holiday, I decided to do it now. Also allowed me to practice descriptive writing, something I tend to miss out on. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Primeval. Or Yorkshire.


The winds howled through the sparse trees, tearing off the new, struggling leaves than were attempting to show their presence to the world. Becker wound his scarf around him tighter. Looking up, he surveyed the barren ferns and bracken that, barring a few sheep, was the only form of life for miles around. On a nice day, he imagined, the purple colours would glow in the sun and provide a stunning sight of unspoilt natural beauty, a marked contrast to his usual surrounds, and the sheep could joyfully be described as frolicking.

Right now though, it was a windswept, rain beaten abyss and Becker wanted nothing more than to get home and settle down in front of the television to watch... anything, really. It didn't matter so long as he was warm, dry and safe. That's what he wanted; protection. It seemed odd, but now he was really valuing the company he'd had when on some hike with the army or the ARC that provided some sort of security. Now, he was isolated and he silently cursed Matt for talking him into this.

Suddenly, his phone chirped, startling him out his deliberations. He was amazed he still had signal, but rather than questioning this, he angrily flipped open the phone.

"A little more help wouldn't go amiss here. You've been two hours!" he began, slightly annoyed. He heard Jess breath in to calm herself and realised he'd been a little short with her, but decided right now, he didn't care enough to apologise; he'd do it later.

"There's an anomaly to sort out and that takes priority. It's not my fault you're in the predicament you are and I shouldn't be doing this anyway. I'm not a SatNav."

"Just... get me out of here," pleaded Becker. He then added, "Please."

"Fine. But next time you decide to go on a walking holiday, take a map."


Remarks?