Ok, Plan A to make everyone feel bad and decide to help after all was obviously crashing and burning fast, thought Daniel as he made his way up towards the the house. He was beginning to wish that he had thought far enough ahead to actually have a Plan B to fall back on, but he was betting on at the very least appealing to Pete's macho nature and coaxing him along with him...<br/><br/>He made to say something witty in return as he past Pete, but instead settled with extending his middle finger in his general direction as he passed - opening the small iron gate that sat in the middle of the houses lower external wall and making his way rather slowly up the pathway leading to the front door of the house.<br/><br/>'Be careful - they run in packs. Don't start anything if you don't have the back up to deal with them alright? I can't always be around to save your arse you know'. Nope, it didn't work - he could talk the macho talk alright, but still he could feel his stomach turning somersaults inside him as he climbed the small set of steps up to the door of the house, placing one hand upon the handle gingerly as if afraid it might burn him.<br/><br/>He was aware that no-one wanted to make eye contact with him, and he suddenly realised this must be how prisoners on death row must feel - something that brought a little grin to his face as he called out 'Dead man walking...' and pushed the door open...