1. On the way
"Lost in the travels... of killing time,"-
The versatile melody of the band 'Half Moon Run' swayed through Alice as she stared out of her window, transfixed at the shed in her garden. This was the shed that held many memories and adventures wrapped in desolation, no matter how unnaturallly quiet and foreboding it appeared. In a half of a millisecond she scrambled up to her feet, tore down the stairs and was tying the laces to her scruffy converses. A kaleidoscope of images flitted through her mind as she wondered what was it about the dull shed that drew her to it.