/tags/recaptured/Recent content in Recaptured on Gromet's Plaza ArchiveHugoen-us/stories/1/01/01/the-secrets-of-shackleton-grange-13-and-so-to-sleep/Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000/stories/1/01/01/the-secrets-of-shackleton-grange-13-and-so-to-sleep/<p>(story continues from <a href="secretsofshackletongrange12.html"><strong>The Secrets of Shackleton Grange 12: The Training Room</strong></a>)</p> <p><strong>Chapter 13: And So to Sleep</strong></p> <p>Cathy looked across to the doorway and her heart sank. Time seemed to freeze. If fear had been a marketable commodity, she could have made a fortune in the interminable seconds that followed.</p> <p>For blocking the only exit was the last person in the world that Cathy would have been hoping to see at that moment. Dolores was standing in a slightly more stooped posture than her usual upright stance, and her left hand was held against her stomach. As she moved further into the room, Cathy noticed her wince with pain, and realised that this had to be a consequence of Bethany’s delaying tactics. Her hair, previously immaculately styled, was now tangled and dishevelled, and her face was red; although whether the latter was due to rage or pain it was hard to gauge. Probably a mixture of both, Cathy decided.</p>