Chapter 25: Ru

WHERE IS THAT BOY?!

Lightning and I have been trying to retrace our steps to find Jason, but every hallway looks like the same one we just went down.

And griffins are SUPPOSED to have a good sense of direction, but neither Lightning is not a griffin, or he's a strange one. Probably both.

"That trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years, why didn't follow us?!" I grumble.

Lightning gives me a look saying,'That's enough Shakespeare cussing.'

I sigh. We're just going in circles, so why would it matter?

Oh, and that door? Before racing off, I gave it a good look, and I'm pretty sure that's not the lab.

Why can't we do anything right?