as they started almost running along , breathless , adrenalin pumping , andr felt all the madness and rush of the past forty-eight hours pile back in on him racing through the cameroon jungle , anouk shrieking in his dream as their flight hit the storm , driving like a madman out to nemours , battling to save erics life im not that kind of doctor and as they hit the ground floor corridor that led to the conservatory entrance , a fluorescent light that was having trouble firing-up pumped the images in flicker-form through his mind the lightning as he clung to the tree , flashes of sunlight through the jungle foliage on the drive to douala , following the trail of erics blood spots along the starkly lit cellar , the intermittent strobe of orange streetlights hitting erics body as herv sped through the paris night but as they came to the end of the corridor , andr was disorientated .