I hadn't been texting, I would have seen the sign; and If I'd read it, I
would never have gone through the gate. It's not as if I go looking for
trouble. If I hadn't sent that text - if I'd finished it just a heartbeat
later - Sam wouldn't have set off to meet me. We would both be at home now:
warm, dry, and safe. It's all my fault. But I didn't know. Why should I
have worried? There was no fear in the air, no strange noises, or any hint
of the terrible smell that I can't get out of my nostrils now. Everything
was completely normal. Then I looked up from my phone, and froze.