“W-w-what is this? Is this… hair?” Bert said, amazed at the thick golden strands being whipped about by the wind. “I mean, is that even possible?”
“Bert, you’ve been around for two-and-a-half weeks now. Is this really a surprise to you?”
“Well,” Bert said, looking up at the window placed a mile above ground, “I can’t say I’ll ever get used to this.”
“You don’t need to get used to it, per say. You just have to be willing to get the job done,” Roy advised.
“He’s right. I can do this,” Bert said to himself, gulping down all his anxiety. “I can do it.” Bert reached for the hair and grabbed a fistful, securing it around his hand.
“What are you doing?” Roy questioned as Bert began to climb.
“Um… climbing up?”
“No, I climb first. What if I drop? I need someone to cushion my fall,” Roy scoffed teasingly.
“Not a chance!” Bert began to climb higher and higher to reach the top. As he neared the window, he froze.
“Why did you stop?” Roy asked, hanging from the hair just below his partner.
“Do you see what I see?” Bert said nervously.
Roy peaked around Bert’s body. “WHAT IS THAT?”
“I-I think those are lice,” Bert said, astonished.
The distance between them and the window proved only one thing: the insects crawling towards them couldn’t possibly be normal sized. Giant lice headed towards Bert and Roy as the damsel from the tower above screamed for help. This time when she called for help, it was different. She knew their names.