Running and hiding seems to be the order of the day. Or at least the smart bet and Miriam has always made a point of playing it smart when she can. And if a girl happens to be missing give or take a pound of flesh when thrown into the shit? Well, then it's only practical to stay out of the fray. Which is what she's been doing, hunkering down and moving slowly - but steadily! - closer to the city with Barnaby hanging tight to her side. Keep it slow, keep it quiet, then nothing will see you. And if it doesn't see you, it won't try to et you.

Easy, right?

Less so when somebody comes bolting along.

Miriam jerks back with a yelp, grabbing for Barnaby's harness. The dog growls in warning, ears pinned close to his skull. "Buddy, you'd best step off. Personal fucking space!"