Cuthbert barely heard her. He could barely hear anything over the snarling and the gunfire and the thunder of his own heartbeat. Limping heavily, leaving a trail of blood from his damaged leg, he broke through to Emily at last, scrambled wildly up the scree and pulled her into a tight hug. He couldn't help himself - not even with the fighting still thick around them, with the dogs snarling at them.

He did at least have the sense not to hug her for more than a split second, though. He pulled away, breathing heavily with tears in his eyes, and stepped back to reload. "Alice?"

Emily pointed up the hill. "She ran," she said, her voice shaky and thick with tears and panic. "I. I told her. Run."