The five of them watched the silver car drive past the top of the road. It had come past ten minutes ago, Catherine said, and then again five minutes later, and now it was repeating the drive past.

"Friends of yours?" Jordan asked.

Andy shook his head.

They didn't have any friends.

"We can check it out for you," Lauren offered.

They said for you, but it was more likely if that was someone searching they were looking for the two of them.

After all, Jordan and his sisters had been staying here doing no one any harm; they were the ones who had been picking fights.

Angela shook her head. "You're guests. You don't have to-"

Lauren gave her a sharp look. "Trust us."

They made their way to the top of the drive, staying down in Jordan's high crops. The silver car was idling maybe twenty metres away, just… kinda sitting there.

"Who do you think it is?" Andy whispered.

Lauren shrugged.

A tiny part of both of them still hoped it might be James and Sheila, having found them at last, but they wouldn't have been so outright creepy about it all.

The car pulled forwards and this time stopped at the top of the drive. The driver's door opened and a tall, leggy blonde stepped out. From the other side stepped another, this one with her shoulder bandaged up and her arm strapped to her chest.

Their blue eyes scanned the crops. "Lauren, Andy! We've been looking for you!"

What the fuck?