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younger sister didn’t seem convinced.
    â€˜Hey, I found something really cool before,’ said Sam.
    â€˜What?’ Em’s lower lip was still sticking out, but there was a spark of interest in her eyes. Sam knew how to keep her sister under control.
    â€˜Come and see,’ she said, holding out her hand.
    Em jumped to her feet, took her sister’s hand and allowed herself to be led off. The graze was forgotten.
    Sam saw Dawson leaning in the doorway, watching them. She looked away, still embarrassed by what had happened. Then glancing back, she saw him sigh, shake his head and follow. He’d forgive her. He always did.
    Sam led them across the road towards asmall box-like building. There was a locked metal gate barring the entrance.
    â€˜Look!’ she announced in a hushed voice. ‘A jail!’
    â€˜Wow,’ Em gasped.
    â€˜Do you think there might be bad guys locked up in there?’ asked Sam.
    â€˜Oooooh!’ Em was positively bursting with excitement.
    â€˜That’s not a jail,’ said Dawson, walking ahead of them to the metal bars and looking through. ‘It’s a bakery.’
    â€˜Oh yeah?’ challenged Sam. ‘If it’s a bakery, why are there bars on the door?’
    â€˜You haven’t read any of the signs around here, have you?’ answered Dawson, pointing to the words beside the building. ‘They keep the restored bakery locked up when it’s notbeing used so it doesn’t get damaged by tourists running through it.’ He looked pointedly at Sam.
    â€˜Yeah, right.’ Sam remained defiant, unwilling to let Dawson spoil her fun.
    A bakery was clearly nowhere near as exciting as a jail to Em. Losing interest in the building, she suddenly slapped Sam on the arm and ran off, back to the crumbling hotel.
    Sam poked her tongue out at Dawson and gave chase.

    Dawson sighed again, and followed with an unenthusiastic jog.
    â€˜Stop!’
    He looked around to see Dad walking upthe main street towards them. ‘I don’t want you running around inside the ruins,’ he called.
    Dawson stopped. Sam disappeared into the building after Em.
    â€˜Hey, come back!’ Dad marched up to the old hotel. He walked inside, hands going to his hips. ‘This isn’t funny,’ he shouted.
    Dawson, still out the front, heard giggles from around the back. Determined to help, he jogged to the side of the building, climbed over a pile of broken bricks and quickly found his sisters hiding behind a half-collapsed wall.
    â€˜Run!’ laughed Sam.
    Em took off, heading for the corridor, Sam close behind. Dawson followed.
    As Em raced past Dad, he took a stepback. His foot came down on a half brick, which shifted beneath him, and his leg twisted out from underneath causing him to fall backwards …
    Through the doorway …
    Down into the cellar.
    There was a sickening crunch.
    â€˜Dad!’ yelled Sam, running to the edge.
    Dawson rushed up behind her. ‘What happened?’
    Sam couldn’t speak, she just pointed.
    Dawson looked past her, into the room below.
    Dad was lying on the dirt floor. His leg was at a weird angle.
    And he wasn’t moving.

‘Dad!’ Dawson shouted. ‘Dad! Dad!’ He looked around frantically, but the only steps down into the cellar were the blocked ones from outside.
    â€˜Out of the way,’ said Sam, her voice panicky.
    Dawson stepped aside and Sam jumped into the room. It wasn’t as deep as a propercellar, but it was high enough if you fell. Standing straight, Sam’s head almost reached the floor above. A full-grown adult would have had to stoop to enter the room when there had been a floor. It must have been purely for storage.
    Sam crouched over Dad. ‘He’s breathing,’ she called with relief.
    Dad groaned and shifted, but his eyes remained closed.
    â€˜His leg,’ called Dawson, peering down. ‘It must be broken.’
    Sam took a closer