I lurch up them, growing in strength all the time. I’m still in bad shape, and I sting and ache all over, but coming off the back of my recent lows, I feel like I’ve been given bionic implants. I make it to the roof and pause to assess my options. I can hear the Angels out front, murmuring softly, calmly, with no idea yet what has happened inside. I race along the roof and climb down a drainpipe into the yard at the rear of the building. I hurry across, let myself out of the yard and jog down a long road, then start zigzagging my way south-east, hoping to lose myself in the maze of streets. I didn’t think I’d be fleeing for my life again this soon, or that I’d be running from Dr Oystein and his Angels. Amazing how the world can turn on its head so suddenly. I silently curse myself as I run, for not killing Dr Oystein. It was crazy, letting him live. But I know I’d do the same thing if the chance presented itself again.
