'Are we there yet?' came Katie's voice from the back seat.
Gerald was glad to see the sign proclaiming 'Wellcome to Skaggerston'.
'Very nearly, darling' he assured her.
The sea came into view for the first time, and Katie clapped her hands.
'Now when we get to the guesthouse, we'll -'
Gerald slammed on the brakes.
Looked at what he'd hit.
The man was gaunt and pale. Blood streamed from his nose and eyes. He thrashed around, trapped under the wheels of the Mondeo, foaming at the mouth.
So much for a quiet holiday, Gerald pondered.