She thought back to Glade’s own way of reasoning. Was there some advantage that an act of kindness could bring to the tribe? ‘Maybe they can help ...s find a way out of this valley. After all, they may know this area better than we do.’ Alas, Ivory’s hopes were unfounded. The six strangers consisted of only one adult man and the others were women and children. Like Ivory’s tribe they were also lost and, judging by how gaunt they were, no more expert at finding food and sustenance. However, it was. Her blonde/grey hair is as immaculately cut and styled as her charcoal coloured pant suit. Her skin tanned to the point of being leathery.We close in on her as she finishes that cigarette and stomps it out with a high heeled shoe. She looks up at our approaching camera briefly. Her dialogue is delivered with the confidence of sometime who’s managed a thousand negotiations over the years.“My name is Belinda Anderson, I’m 49 years old and I’m a company director from Bermondsey in London.”We cut. She chuckled. Maybe I just thought it was funnier than it really was. That seemed to happen a lot, to me. I tried to pretend to be disappointed that she wasn't as amused as I was by sticking out my bottom lip in a c***dish pout. However, she seemed a little distracted. Her ginger red hair fell messily around her face, her freckles popped out across her cheeks and nose against her white skin, and her eyes were the color of jade. Liz and I had started talking a while back and gotten pretty close. “Who said?”“Head Nursing Sister.”“Agnes Jenkins,” Jim knew her. He snapped his fingers and held out his hand. Automatically, I put the phone in his hand.“Agnes?” He asked.“Jim? James Mac?”“Yes, Agnes.” He queried, “Abbie’s dead?”“James, while it is tragic, mortality in New South Wales is between six and seven per one hundred thousand births. She was just too small for a normal birth and she was delayed getting to the hospital.”“Delayed?”“One of our locals is an Australian,” she said it like it.