Ben was in the unused station yard, filled with dilapidated rusty cattle pens and store houses. Staggering through the old coal storage area the evening light threw creepy shadows; his world was melting away. Ben thought of Sam Scuffle; I'll find him, he'll tell me what to do. Feeling sick Ben vomited as he dragged himself along not knowing which direction to go. Finding a stairway he staggered to the top, falling against a door it opened with the weight of his body. Ben crawled into a corner of a dark dank room; the wooden floor was rough, dirty and cold. His school bag dropped to the floor. Taking his mother's necklace from a pocket Ben huddled tight into the corner with his arms around hi........