She couldn't go on any further. Panting, Meg leaned against the wall and slid to a sitting position, knees up to her chest. Why was just walking so hard? It was as if she'd been asleep for years and her body wasn't used to being awake. Shew as just about to really start feeling sorry for herself when dirt got kicked towards her and the old fire flared up inside again.

"Hey! Watch where your walking, buddy!" she snapped, lifting her head to give the passerby a thorough verbal slap...and then froze. Was that actually Jecht?