That was the squeal that greeted them upon their arrival at their next location, a shopping centre.
Full of screaming girls who were pointing at them and freaking out.
“I think we’d better go this way,” Taylor advised, pointing.
The three boys were off like a flash. Down the corridor of shops they pelted, the group of star struck girls close behind.
Isaac dared a look behind.
“They’re… gaining…”
Then Tristan felt it – another spasm. With a groan, he reached for Isaac and Taylor…
Isaac ran straight into a brick wall. The force threw him backwards and he looked up at the sky, winded. For a time, he could say nothing, then he saw Tristan’s concerned, panting face peer down at him.
“You okay?”
Isaac concentrated on his breathing for a minute before replying.
“I… I think so…”
“Good. I’m afraid I didn’t get Taylor.”
“Ahh. So he’s still being chased by rabid Hanson fans?”
“Yep.”
“That sucks.”
“Yep.”
“Where are we?”
“It looks like a construction site.”
“Huh.”
“There’s some light show going on over there. And noises and stuff. I have no idea.”
“Fair enough.”
“Think you can get up?”
Isaac attempted to sit up, then laid back down again.
“Ask me again in five minutes.”
Tristan gave a weary chuckle.
“Okay,” he said agreeably.