"Jack, whatever you do, don't attempt to follow me," I said, walking down the tunnel to meet my fate.
Why were we there? To save the creature lurking within; to destroy it; or simply to be nosy and have a look?
I turned around to face him.
Jack's face told me nothing. I would have asked him what to do, but I was afraid. He might laugh at a stupid question like that. It's hard to ask questions to professionals; they roll an explanation off their tongue like honey dripping off the spoon.
What the heck, I'll ask him. If I do the wrong thing then he will wonder why I didn't ask.
"So am I destroying this thing or what?"
He looked at me with those blue eyes, absorbing my words.
"I'm glad you asked. If you'd done it wrong I would have to kill you." He smiled, I smiled back. He can read my thoughts…
"Go in there and do what you think is right," was the answer to my question.
"But what if what I think is right is wrong?"
"Whatever you think is right, is the way to do it…And Gwen…"
"What?"
Jack looked in deep thought.
You know when you pour honey off a teaspoon, there is always the bit left behind that won't drop onto your toast. Jack had some honey left on his tongue.
I just hoped that that honey was sweet.