Celine spun around on the spot, ignoring the sudden, throbbing pain in her surgical scar as she reached for the end of the nylon rope being dragged rapidly across the pavement.
But Valiant had already shot off like an arrow, running through a gap in the tea plant hedge.
Meanwhile, Mark was sitting lost in thought on a waiting room chair at a health clinic.
The pungent smell of antiseptic and alcohol had assaulted his sense of smell for the past hour. Mark had been forced to wait in line there after giving in to the itching all over his body. The severe allergy to cat fur that he had been fighting tooth and nail finally flared up badly after he recklessly hugged the furry animal.
