i don’t think it matters.
i don’t want to get lost.
never mind, consider it an adventure.
we’re never too far from civilisation.
no, no. of course not.
with any luck, we’ll stumble across a cosy pub.
that would be delightful.
i could murder a hot meal right now.
and a glass of wine.
how long have we been walking?
it feels like hours.
do you think they’ll send a search party?
how long will it take for someone to notice we’re missing?
the thought is a depressing one.
i’m starting to forget why we set out in the first place.
looking for clues.
the missing children?
it’s been bothering me ever since i read about it.
but we surely won’t find anything, it was so long ago.
i don’t know what i’m looking for.
the police never found anything.
but the resources weren’t what they are now.
i guess it’s classed under cold cases…
in a dusty file somewhere.
when did you first learn about it?
quite by accident. i was researching in the library
how many were there?
they believe 17 – but that’s only locally reported missing persons
so it could be more?
depends on who was doing it.
but why here?
they found – things – on a few separate occasions.
oh god, not…
from the missing children?
it would be a huge coincidence otherwise.
are you ok?
just feeling a bit spooked.
forest closing in?
terrifying if what you said happened is true.
isolation. helps with control over…
you didn’t have to come.
i know. i just couldn’t resist the mystery.
a chance for adventure.
uncovering the truth at last.