She walked back to the main Dover road. She was always walking. Sometimes she covered distance without noticing her surroundings, surprised to arrive at whichever place she regained consciousness, her body powered by strange energy. At other times, and going at a similar speed, she was aware of the nearby landscape going by so slowly, sticking to her, rising and falling minutely with each sequence of steps. The fields beside the wide road stretched away on either side, as domestic as large gardens in the night. The road passed through them. Only the sky was a comfort – not a place where she was known. She reached the fast road. Although it was around three in the morning there was still some traffic – cars and container lorries that rattled past. She kept close to the side. A car slowed down and pulled in about twenty metres ahead of her. She approached the red tail-lights intending to walk past. She heard the doors’ central locking click open.
