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to school next week. You know that really, don’t you?”
    â€œI guess so,” said Danny, shuffling his feet.
    â€œAs for friends,” continued his mother. “You don’t make friends by getting good marks, but by sharing interests and doing things together. If you’re no good at a game, try sharing some of your other interests with Mike. Who knows, he might really like some of the things you do.”
    â€œI’ll think about it,” said Danny doubtfully. He yawned, exhausted. “Mom, it’s Friday night. Can I watch the movie? It’s
Star Trek Meets the Green Slime.”
    His mother nodded abstractedly. Danny turned on the TV and settled back on the sofa, his body weak with relief. Thank goodness that was over and it was the weekend. Two whole days without school.

Chapter Four
    Danny slept late on Saturday. The events of the previous day had left him physically and mentally exhausted. Tousled and groggy he sat up in bed and tried to catch at the elusive remnants of the dream that had woken him. It was a dream he’d had many times before. The one he’d named ’The Chase’.
    In ’The Chase’ Danny always found himself running over an endless plain towards a tall tower on the horizon. If he could only reach the tower he’d be safe, but he never could. Panting and gasping, he’d run as hard as he could, and almost be there… and the tower would move. Even as he reached out his hand to touch it, the tower would recede into the distance and he’d have to run faster and further. And all the time something fearful was chasing him. Danny never found out what the fearful thing was, but it was always there, breathing down his neck and filling him with unspeakable panic. He’d wake up just as it reached him.
    As usual after the dream, Danny’s mouth was dry and bitter, but this time his heart was not racing as hard as it sometimes did, for in this dream there had been something different, something hopeful. His mind gnawed and frettedat the fragmented images floating around his brain. In his dream he’d bent down and picked up something on the plain. Something that filled him with relief, something he could use against the ’thing’.
    The images receded and drifted away in the morning sunshine, leaving Danny with a vaguely anxious feeling of loss. He threw back the bedclothes and started to fish around with one foot for some clothes off the floor. He found his Jurassic Park T-shirt and wriggled into his jeans. Feeling a lump in his pocket, he reached in and pulled out the stone point.
    It lay in the palm of his hand, gleaming gently in the sunlight. It was beautiful. The friction of his jeans had rubbed and polished the dirt from its surface. It wasn’t dull grey rock like some he’d seen in the museum, but chipped from an unusual rock, a cream-colored chert containing faint orange veins. Danny held it up to the light and its edges became almost translucent.
    Danny’s sense of anxiety vanished. This was what he’d found in his dream, the weapon he could use against the ’thing’. In his sleep his mind had remembered the point. Gently Danny ran his fingertips over the fluted edges. They were thin and sharp. Danny marvelled that they had not been damaged in the years the point had had lain in the ground. “I wonder who made you?” he whispered. “Did an Indian use you to kill a ’thing’ chasing him? Maybe you could be my lucky arrow head and protect me?”
    Danny carefully wrapped the point in some tissues and returned it to his pocket. It would be nice to know more about it. If he went to the museum he could check it out against the arrowheads on display. He finished dressing, then headed into the kitchen. “Hey Mom,” he yelled hopefully. “Any chance of a ride into town?”
    Even though Danny rushed through his farm chores and nagged his mother (who seemed to be spending