“Why
are you so suddenly in a hurry?” Raven asks, noticing that the
guide is starting to look a little off colour.
“Being
here,” the guide replies, indicating their surroundings, “Is
physically unpleasant to the likes of me.” As he finishes speaking
Raven watches him convulse, trying to control the impulse to vomit.
“Very
well,” he says, taking the chalk from his pocket as he walks
towards the wall. He quickly draws the outline of a door in the
available space, adding a simple handle. “I suppose you'd better
hold onto my arm if you're to accompany me.”
The
guide takes hold of his arm, still struggling to control himself.
“Take
us to Fiona,” Raven says as he opens the door.
