Diving into the shadows, Tess sat on her haunches. She could hear herself panting. Hopefully, she was the only one who could.

Suddenly, a man in a uniform waddled around the corner. There was a metal baton hanging off his pants, and he was holding a chain attached to a dog. A big dog.

It looked right at Tess.Far out! Tess thought. A security guard with a German Shepherd! What the blazing hell are they doing here?

The guard stopped and sucked on a cigarette. The dog growled again, just a little louder.

“What is it, boy?”Tess curled up in a tight ball and held her breath. She didn’t fancy becoming a dog’s dinner.

Silence.“C’mon, boy,” said the man after a few moments. “No one’s stupid enough to be ‘round here.”

Except for me, thought Tess.

The man pulled the dog away, which turned its head and looked back at Tess. Only when it was out of sight did Tess allow herself to breathe.

A few seconds later she was on her feet and inside the tuckshop, her torch throwing beams of light, searching for something. Anything. But stale hot dog rolls and a fridge full of drinks weren’t exactly what Tess was hoping for.

Where are they keeping it? she thought. What does it look like?

Tess decided what she needed was … a chocolate milk. It always helped her think. Hunting around in the fridge, she became annoyed. There was only stupid vanilla. Finally, right at the very back, Tess found a chocolate one, and as she pulled it out she noticed that it was hiding a red button. Tess didn’t know what it was for but she hoped it would freeze all the drinks by morning. That’d be funny.

She pressed it.Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!