" I'm Katherine and thanks for helping, but how are we getting to hospital?" she asked with a nervous laugh."As soon as I'm finished, I'll carry you t... my car which should be less than a kilometre from here and then drive you to Calvary Hospital, if that's ok" he told her as he folded her shirt into a pad and applied to the wound, then wrapped it using his torn shirt as a bandage, incorporating the sticks either side as a splint."You can't carry me that far, I'll try and walk" she. ... I'll take a cigarette break.... and we'llcontinue shortly."With that she was gone leaving Michelle alone with Miss Havlin."Well well David...or should I say Michelle. What a difference a few daysmake! You are going to listen and listen good. I don't have much timebefore Miss Baxter returns. It's taken me two years to get back to amanagement position and I'll be dammed if anything were to mess up myopportunity with this company. So, what I suggest you do you stupidlittle sissy tart is do. " Who can afford one of those these days?" wondered Cherry."I used to have a car," said Charles who was working on the other side of the conveyor belt. He was at least forty years old, so it was perfectly possible that he was telling the truth. "It was a second-hand Chrysler Chipper. It even ran on petrol. You don't get cars like that anymore, at least not those made in the last twenty years or so." Petrol!" Cherry sniffed. "That's not very green, is it? It's worse than fucking diesel. And. Heavy metal feet crunched down on Jackson, first breaking his legs, then crushing his vertebrae to powder, before finally shattering his skull like an egg.It was as painful as it sounded.The unseen figure slapped a scaly hand against its forehead."Oh my, you really are stupid," it said. "Looks like you're going to need some help."It rummaged through a collection of items in a bowl on the table to the right of the cabinet and plucked out a small cross made out of bright red metal. It pulled out.