I’ve never known time pass so slowly.

It’s a warm night but very dark as I look through the window of my small room.

I shine my torch on the alarm clock that sits on the chest of drawers next to my bed.

Heck! It’s twenty past two.

I haven’t missed them, have I?

No, surely not.

I’ve been lying here quite awake, fully dressed and ready to go.

What was that?

Was that a voice I heard?

No, my imagination.

Probably just the night air.

No, it wasn’t!

That was a voice.

I heard it again.

I slide off my bed and creep silently to my door.

I turn the handle slowly,

silently.

The latch clicks as it releases – damn!