Thankfully I’d managed to get both my helmet and seatbelt on by the time I was close enough to see that our small tunnel was about to merge with a second railway tunnel. I couldn’t help thinking that if there was a train coming along this one then I may as well have strapped myself in with strands of spaghetti and put an eggshell on my head. The next second we were hurtling along the empty tunnel in the direction I estimated would take us towards Roma Street Station. The cool air raced past at incredible speed and the surprisingly quiet, unbelievably powerful whir of the ‘bobtrain’ hardly had a chance to echo off the side walls before we’d left it behind. I twisted round as far as possible and could just make out Veronica from the corner of my eye. “We made it!” I shouted triumphantly. There was no way in the world those guys were going to catch us now! “Don’t bet on it,” she replied simply. I couldn’t believe it - her tone left little doubt that, as far as she was concerned, we were far from out of the woods.
