racetrack below comes laughter. A dog barks. More laughter. They donât know weâre out.
Yet.
Lennyâs small frame convulses. The air grows tight around us. The seating above shakes a little.
âShush.â
âCareem ainât thinking,â mutters Tarquin. âIâm his best scout. I got the shoes. I got him loads of stuff.â He shakes his head and looks at me, perplexed, betrayed. And I know Iâm one of those things he got Careem.
I look back.
His eyes are saying sorry.
âPlease letâs go with Missa?â Lennyâs voice is all broken.
âWhere is this place?â says Tarquin, holding up the key.
I point to the letters at the bottom of the key ring. He frowns. Maybe he canât read. âScotland,â I whisper. âItâs in Scotland.â
âBut Scotlandâs dirty,â says Tarquin. âEveryone knows they nuked the place. It ainât safe. Nobody goes there.â
âIt was polluted once,â I say, âbut it isnât any more.â
Itâll be fine.
I remember Nan saying once, âIf you leave nature alone, sheâll heal herself. Time. Thatâs all it takes. Time. And everything will grow back.â
Lenny raises his head from Tarquinâs chest, sucks in his bottom lip. âPlease, Quinny? Missa says  â¦Â â His voice comes in gulps. âItâs got rabbits â and them rabbits canât live in no dirty places.â
I stay quiet. Lenny will say it better than me.
And anyway this debate on whether itâs polluted or not is nonsense.
Because weâre not going to go there.
Because even though Iâve started to believe in it myself, that cottage in Scotland doesnât exist.
18
Seconds seem like hours, minutes like years. We hear people come and go. A sudden burst of shouting. Yells. Barks. I crouch, terrified our escapeâs been discovered. Then silence. Laughter. Hooting. Hollering.
And in the calm that follows I remember something.
Tunnels.
And Nan saying, âWhen I was nine years old, and theyâd finished building the Olympic Stadium and were ready to play the games, they created a spectacle. A grand opening. They called it âIsles of Wonderâ. All the world watched. They sat at home and watched on their tellies.â
Iâve seen plenty of tellies. Never one working though.
Nan said it was magical. And it wasnât just jumping around and singing and banging pan lids, either.
There were towers that rose out of the ground, and people that came out of nowhere in cars and on bikes and in taxis, then disappeared like smoke. Thousands of people and whole hospitals and power stations and giants. And I believed her.
I still do.
âTunnels,â I whisper.
Tarquin turns his face towards me. âWhat?â he mouths.
âThere were tunnels under this stadium. Some of them must lead out.â
He crouches low. âWhy dâyou think that?â
âMy nan told me about them.â
âThere are,â whispers Lenny.
âYou been in one?â Tarquin twists to look at him.
âThey sent me down one, once.â
âWho sent you? Where?â Tarquin presses his face closer.
âThem bigger boys. One of âem said he reckoned dogs could get in. It were big and he sent me down there.â
âWhere exactly?â
âThey blocked it up wiv rubbish,â says Lenny. âItâs under them trash hills.â He stops. His face drops.
Tarquinâs shoulders sink too. âThat trash is baggy. Ainât nobody going to shift that pile a garbage without getting noticed.â
âBut there must be other tunnels,â I whisper. âThere must be. Nan says they brought in beds and loads of them and doctors and nurses were all jumping on them. Thereâs got to be tunnels big enough to bring in thousands of beds, all at the same time.â
âLenny means the old entrance to the arena. It
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