Britta felt like she might be sick. Somehow they had walked right into a horror movie from the Nineties and all they could do was keep playing. That it was her turn next hadn't escaped her notice, but how could they possibly roll again when that guy was out there? Standing by the side, she leaned back against the rock and closed her eyes, pushing her hair back. She should have offered to help somehow, she knew that, but there wasn't anything she could do, anything she was good at, and she wanted suddenly to stay far away, as if by distancing herself from the group, she could keep herself separate from everything happening, keep it from happening to her.