House
89 Hideaway

“Where are you going?” she says.

“I have a hideaway. A place the Jangoweed don’t know about.” She follows him along a maze of endless corridors. Every now and then he stops to check the guides and instructions he has written on his arms. At one point, while David is checking the notes he has written on his left wrist, Sophia looks around at the nearby flames.

“Who lights the candles?” she asks.

He looks up from his wrist. “Don’t touch them,” he says to her. “I don’t know how they are made.” They walk some more. Finally he stops. “It is here,” he says. “Hold the light.” He passes her the lamp and then he kneels down on the stone floor.

89 Hideaway

“Where are you going?” she says.

“I have a hideaway. A place the Jangoweed don’t know about.” She follows him along a maze of endless corridors. Every now and then he stops to check the guides and instructions he has written on his arms. At one point, while David is checking the notes he has written on his left wrist, Sophia looks around at the nearby flames.

“Who lights the candles?” she asks.

He looks up from his wrist. “Don’t touch them,” he says to her. “I don’t know how they are made.” They walk some more. Finally he stops. “It is here,” he says. “Hold the light.” He passes her the lamp and then he kneels down on the stone floor.