There’s a white rope coiled up and hanging above the stable door. It’s attached somewhere through a hole in the ceiling. The man is still lying unconscious in the hay. She nudges him with her foot. Nothing. But he could be bluffing. She can’t reach the rope. She looks round the stable floor for something to stand on, but it’s pretty dark. Almost as if horses didn’t like to read. She finds a bucket but it’s still too small, and so she finds two more and builds a little pyramid and climbs on top of it and grabs the rope, and uncoils it, and pulls it down, and goes to the man to bind his arms and feet. And as she feels a little resistance in the rope she hears a loud peal from the bell above, which of course she had just accidentally rung. Shit, she says, as she realises that it’s all over, and that she will not have time to go to Tesco to buy strawberry laces after all.