Just a little!’ He smiled. ‘Is OK!’‘Yeah?’He nodded.She tottered along inside the railings to the first car. It looked like a wood-panelled Victorian bathtub on rubber wheels. She clambered in unsteadily, her heart in her throat suddenly, and sat down, putting her bag on the seat beside her.‘Sorry, you can’t take bag. I look after for you.’Reluctantly she handed it to him. Then he pulled down the metal safety bar and clicked it home, committing her.‘Smile!’ he said. ‘Enjoy! Is OK, really!’Shit, she thought. Then she called out to her friends. ‘Char! Karen!’But the wind whipped her voice away. The car rumbled forward, without warning crashing through double doors into darkness. The doors banged shut behind her and the darkness was total. In contrast to the blustery sea air, in here it was dry and smelt faintly of hot electrical wiring and dust.The darkness pressed in all around her. She held her breath. Then the car swung sharply right, picking up speed. She could hear the roar of its wheels echoing around the walls; it was like being on a tube train.
