Peter peered into the crashed blue car; no one was in it. On the right was Blake`s forest, on the left there was the recent blue car.  Black smoke came from the front. Inside the blue car there were old newspapers and junk in the back. There were guns, poison, saws, chainsaws and a knife. Straightaway, Peter knew who the blue car belonged to.   Le Oxe, the killer. He heard leaves crunching behind him –  it was Le Oxe.

It was noon. The winter air was cold so Bobby wrapped himself tightly with his coat to keep warm. Inside the dark cave , the stalactites were dripping icy water.  He saw a light from a fire  with more than twenty people around it.  They saw him. They ran after him.