The man opened his eyes. The car was on its side, and it was still snowing. 'I must get out. I can't stay here. I think there's a hotel down the road.' He opened the door, and started walking. At the hotel, Janey was sitting in the bar. The hotel door opened, and the man walked in. 'I know that face,' Janey thought. 'But where have I seen him before? And why does he look so nervous?' Janey wanted to know the answer...
