Dawson ran across the hallway and into the first room he could find. They were close behind, and he didn’t have much time to rest, but he did need to take a breath.
It was only a quick respite and he set off again.
Dawson tripped over a raised lump of carpet and hit the ground hard. He winced as he felt the blood streaming from his nose and knew that it was broken.
He looked up and saw the children laughing and pointing.
“Our turn to hide Uncle Dawson,” they shouted gleefully.
Dawson sighed. It would never end.