Looking back means losing a bit of speed, but Terry'll be damned if she's going to run without checking to see if a dinosaur's fixing to make her dinner.

There's no need for her screaming here - not when it won't do a thing to help them - but when she looks forward again, she barely ducks out of the way of a low-hanging tree. A branch, a vine, something whips by her forehead, and Terry finds herself letting out a short yell, half in frustration, half in pain.

This is already rating as one of her least favorite outings ever.