Time is catching up with us once more.
We run towards the safety of the hills, another time-stop due any minute. All around us we see plants no longer wavering in the breeze, clouds rolling to a halt, footsteps now silent as we run.
Natasha is caught first and freezes mid-run, a position that will have her aching later. As the stasis approaches I relax my limbs and drop to the floor in anticipation.
Another four hour cycle, statues in the frozen desert, before time restarts and we can continue our run to safety.
Photo (c) Danny Bowman