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then back at the obelisk. There were no names at all carved beneath the inscription. “I guess they’re round the other side.” She walked round the column and stared up, her expression as blank as the granite itself.
    “Maybe nobody died from here,” Rachel said. “Maybe this place is a lucky village.”
    Adam scoffed. “It’s a
freaky
village,” he said. “Seriously freaky.”
    Rachel leant back against one of the wooden benches alongside the memorial. “I’m not so sure,” she said. She could hear a buzzing as she spoke, but couldn’t decide if it was from somewhere close by or inside her head. “I think it just seems that way, you know? Because we’ve never been anywhere like this place before. It just feels strange to us.”
    “You’ve got that right.”
    “Plus, we haven’t slept properly in God knows how long. Jet lag can make you feel really weird, you know? It can make things seem kind of … blurred, and jumpy. Like a dream.”
    “Like a nightmare you mean.”
    Wherever it was coming from, the buzzing grew louder suddenly, and they both flinched as a flock of crows rose up suddenly from the trees to the left of them. When they turned, they saw two young men stepping out from behind the war memorial, and coming quickly towards them.
    Rachel looked at Adam. His face made it clear that he sensed the danger every bit as much as she did.
    The boys were maybe fifteen or sixteen and both were heavily built, with short, spiky haircuts. One wore stonewashed jeans and a grubby T-shirt, while his mate was bare-chested with tattoos of some sort on both upper arms.
    “Freaky, are we?” said the one with tattoos.
    “That’s not what we meant,” Rachel stammered, but it was clear that the two boys were in no mood to discuss anything.
    When Adam tried to speak, all he saw was a fist, like a great lump of meat with gold rings, and then everything went black.

“K eep your head back,” Rachel said. “It’s almost stopped.”
    The wad of tissue, which she’d dug out ten minutes before from her pocket, was soaked in Adam’s blood and both of their tears. His nose had bled so much that Rachel was starting to wonder how there could be any of the stuff left in her brother’s body at all.
    She pressed the tissue against his nose. He moaned, but he wasn’t in too much pain, so she was fairly sure there was nothing broken. Adam eased her hand back from his face and gingerly removed the tissue. His eyes darted around. “Are you sure they’ve gone?” he asked, sniffing cautiously.
    The two thugs hadn’t run off right away. Once Adam had fallen to the ground, they’d stood around jeering and pointing. Every time Rachel had pleaded with them to leave her and her brother alone, they’d laughed, mocking her by repeating what she’d said in a stupid, fake-American accent.Once Rachel had stopped trying to reason with them, they’d quickly got bored and wandered off.
    “I can’t see them anywhere,” Rachel assured her brother. “It’s going to be all right now.”
    Adam nodded, but he didn’t look convinced. For a few minutes the two of them stood in shocked silence, letting what had happened sink in. It was certainly not how either of them had imagined their arrival in England.
    “Come on,” Rachel said eventually. “Let’s get out of here.”
    They trudged away from the war memorial, and back across the green towards the High Street.
    “I want to call Mom,” Adam said.
    Rachel nodded. “OK.” She’d been thinking the same thing. They quickened their steps a little, both eager to get back as swiftly as they could to the backpacks, which contained their phones. “That’s if we’ve got a signal.”
    “It’ll be morning at home now, right?” Adam said.
    “Right. We’re five hours ahead,” Rachel said.
    Adam managed a weak smile. His nose, which had already reddened dramatically, was now beginning to swell. “
Ahead?
I think this place is at least a couple of centuries behind, don’t