In a matter of seconds everything changed. We rumbled drunkenly down a skeric of a track in the trees. Slipping in and out of them was a slice of the moon, disappearing and then returning again with menace.
There was a moment, that when turned just right the moon- yellow like decaying teeth widened into a thin sinister grin, Like that of a Cheshire Cat peering through the trees at us, hoping with a giddy hiss for our destruction.