It was getting cold. Elizabeth crawled close to me, and I put my arm around her in hope to warm her up but this wasn’t my body, and although blood would come of my wound if I was stabbed or bitten by a beast, it wasn’t hot, it was just a poor reminder of our real life. So I didn’t have to take Malcolm in my arms which I was happy about. “What are we waiting for?” I asked Malcolm. “Sitting won’t help us.” “Neither will walking blindly,” he grumbled. “I’m trying to remember everything Mangaliny told me about other words and build some theory in my head which will help us out of here. I’d be grateful if you shut up and let me do that.” “Share your memories. Maybe we’ll work it out together.” He just shook his head and stood up. “Hey! Where are you going?” “Quite,” he ordered crossly. “I need some time. I’ll be there,” he pointed to another broken wall. Malcolm spun around and marched away, Elizabeth and I following him until he was out of sight.
