They’d been stuck there in the dark, putrid space for seven hours. Their journey had been terrible and eventually they’d all dozed off. And the boys had wondered again and again how they had become trapped inside the truck. Eventually they were woken by it stopping. Gerry and Rocky jumped up and began banging on the door. “Help! Let us OUT!” They pushed and kicked against the door but it stayed sealed. Gerry sat on a plastic crate and put his head in his hands. “What have I done?” he sobbed. “This is like a coffin! We might die in ’ere and maybe no one will even know.” He let out a frightened wail. “Maybe they only use this truck once a week, or once a month. I’m so stupid. Just to find out who’s been killing whales we’re going to die.” Then he added bitterly, “An’ Molly won’t bother lookin’ for us. She probably ’asn’t even noticed we’re gone. Or if she has, she’s glad. What’s ’appened to her, Rocky?” Petula recognized Molly’s name and guessed what Gerry was crying about.
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