He's running almost parallel to the road now, though more fire from that direction forces him right, onto ground that's rockier and rockier. There's something about that. A nagging memory in the back of his brain. Between the trees ahead it looks like shadows move, forcing him to veer hard to the right.

And then the haze gives way and he'll see the ground ahead crumbles into nothing. The cliff edge rushes to meet his speeding bike...