She walked and walked, daring to be happy, risking the wrath of the Gods. She raised her large smiling face to the sun and when she was not struck down, dared to hope for herself again.

She was devastatingly cruel about our home town and told an elaborate, embossed tale about how she made good her escape. She referred to it as 'The Planet Bris…

'Still got your eyes closed, Rach?' she called. 'You should have stayed in Brisbane where it's safe!'

Ah, you see, Rachel, only strivers know about the stealthiness of time. No matter how young they are.