Runner A.P.E.R.

It's 6:47 a.m. in Kiato. Your uncle Babis, the finest souvlaki man in Piraeus, has just called you in a total panic. At noon the judge of the "Golden Skewer" contest arrives at his shop, and Babis has left Grandma's secret spice in Kiato: a little jar labelled "DO NOT TOUCH, BABIS". You head for the suburban train. It's cancelled "due to the unforeseen presence of a goat on the line". There's no taxi either, because the only taxi driver in Kiato is Babis himself. So you run along the tracks with the jar in your pocket. You jump the buffer stops. You climb onto the roofs of trains that, strangely, run perfectly on time for everyone except you. You grab coins for the ticket you never had time to buy. The ticket inspector has been chasing you since Loutraki. So has the goat. If you don't make it, Babis will season the skewers with supermarket oregano. In Piraeus, that is never forgiven. **RUN!**