late jan: being assasinated 0.2

the sandstone buildings were overtowering the landscape... it was the oldest section of the university where mum and i have attended, thirty years apart... the last time i was here was for a celebration... this time around, it was different... my mum and i had to move quickly... dad had already left in the black four wheel drive to divert their attention... all we had to do now was to criss-cross within the dark corridors of these old buildings to meet up with dad at blackburn... we were moving at an acelerating pace... we must have looked as though we were late for a lecture... then a group of three asian "tourist" slowed us... "no don't stop, don't answer them mum!" i could only think... and they started to ask for directions... once they detected our slowing pace, they turned around and started chasing us... it was so close... a left turn at the corner... mum nearly go trip by one of the men...