Malton's Great Rift Valley
"Malton's Great Rift Valley?" Cat asked, looking up and down the row of suburban houses. "Homo Pegtoniens was found in the back garden of number 34." Gabby squinted at the guide book. "That really doesn't seem at all likely," Cat peeked doubtfully over his shoulder. The light wind carried the sound of groaning from somewhere nearby. "Two million years and we've finally evolved into mindless brain-eating dead things," Gabby said bitterly. "Well, if we move on, we'll have got out of Pegton. That has to be progress of some kind."
Gabby snorted. "We can leave number 34 behind, at least."










