<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Brody%20Cooper/48824.jpg)</div><strong>Brody runs with Sam</strong><br/><br/>Trying to keep up, Brody ran as if his life depended on it. Perhaps it did, he thought. They were still attacking him and Sam. He could see it in his periphery. Until finally with a few choice defensive gestures from Sam, it seemed that the two of them were alone. For now. He nodded to Sam in answer to the question regarding if he had ridden a bike or not. Still running he looked as confused as he had been since arriving here, since he could see no bike.<br/><br/>As they ran, he felt that he was slowly getting used to this place but he was beginning to realise that there was potentially a new and unusual development behind every corner. The next one was about to develop before his eyes as he watched Sam pull a baton from a clip. What was that for? he mused.<br/><br/>Within moments the question was answered as he watched Sam leap forward and before his very eyes the bike in question materialized. With his mouth open in shock, he just stood there as Sam requested for him to get on. It felt like minutes while he stared at his new ‘friend’ but it was likely seconds before he nodded again and sat on the bike.<br/>