<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/12/95/c1/1295c1a00f57569c5c2eb46d7542974b.jpg)</div>Name: Hannah McTavish<br/>Location: Arriving<br/>Wearing: red checked shirt open to reveal cleavage, torn denim trousers and brown cowboy boots. Carrying a battered rucksack<br/>Tagging: Open<br/>Extra Information: Hitchhiking failure<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Hannah walked along the dark road her breath fogged out in front of her. Thank goodness she had worn mostly sensible shoes! She had the foresight to look up and print of the directions to the manner in advance should she have to walk, but Hannah had been sure she would catch a lift. Well either she had left to late or no one was going down the deserted, oddly unlit road...because no cars has passed her at all!  However the young woman was nothing but prepared, her bag that was slung low over her back hitting the top of her ass as she walked carried an assortment of objects. There was absolutely no harm in being prepared for what life threw at you, and Hannah knew that from experience.<br/><br/>Glancing down at her watch, she caught the dial that would illuminate the digital numbers. Hannah's watch a Baby-G in turquoise was most likely the most extravagant item she owned, a present last Christmas from her hard working brother Graham. The clock told her that it was already well past the time she should have arrived at the evening class. Hannah just shrugged not a lot she could do about it now. However the young woman pulled her bag of one arm, and unzipped the bag as she walked. Pulling out the earlier print out of directions and a torch? She sipped the bag up and returned it to her back.<br/><br/>Fortunately for Hannah she was rather active and walking the distance from the campus to the middle of no where class didn't faze her one bit, turning on the torch it remained unlit for a few moments, cursing under her breath she shook it, the torch blinked lazily before giving the girl a feeble light. Quickly she shone it on the single page of directions.<em>Turn left at Swan Lane, follow the road for half a mile. At the rounderbout turn right. In 300 yards your destination is on the left</em>simple enough she thought to herself. Hannah had already passed both Swan Lane and the rounderbout. So she could be far of. Stuffing the directions in her pocked she shone the torch up  the road, the light picked up the edge of a metal gateway.<em>I hope this is it!</em>she thought.<br/><br/>Turning of the torch to conserve what little battery she had left, she picked up the pace. Eating up the distance between her and the driveway. Sure enough there was a large house with several different vehicles all parked in front. No one seemed to be around but Hannah could see the door was open so she made a quick dash down the garden, taking the stairs two at a time, she burst into the group congregating around the hallway!<br/><br/>"Did I make it in time?"  She asked looking round smiling.