As Raven pulls the door
closed behind him, he finds himself engulfed by complete and total
darkness. The Guide is close beside him, too close in fact as Raven
can feel his elbows digging at his ribs.
“Give a chap a bit of
space, would you?” he says.
“I regret to inform
you that that won't be possible at this time,” comes the Guide's
muffled reply.
“Why's that?” Raven
enquires sharply.
“Because I'm pushed
against the wall of this tiny compartment you've seen fit to bring us
to.”
“Where are we then?”
“How should I know?”
the Guide replies with disdain.
“Well, you are
supposed to be the guide.”
“You're the one
wielding the chalk!”
“'Ere,” the voice
of Rocknipples booms all around them, “Wot ur you two doin' in
there?”
