by AT Davidson
Suddenly Murdoch is quickly wheeling towards the door. Timmy jumps out of the way just in time. Timmy watches as Murdoch manoeuvres the chair down the hall and then he runs after him. There is laughter.
‘Gramps . . . wait up!’
Age has caught up with our hero. He has lost his rugged good looks, devil-may-care attitude and possibly his mind. Is this how he is destined to spend the rest of his life?