I finally reach the mountains. I look up to see them go up for miles. I can't see past the clouds. Ahead of me, is a path and it travels ahead into the middle of two mountains. I look back to see the mist catching up slowly. The feeling of someone watching has passed over.
Curiosity gets the better of me. Without another thought, I walk ahead to the path and in between the mountains. It curves around to the right, and then the left. As I walk around the corner, a bridge comes into sight. A rope bridge. A rope swinging bridge. A rope swinging bridge that looks like it could snap in half any minute.
The bridge is over a valley. I look down and see water. I listen out to see if I can hear anything, and I can hear growling. I know that isn't a good sign. In the distance I can hear a faint snapping of jaws. Sounds like alligators to me. As for the growling? God only knows.
It looks like I have no other choice, the answers are over this rope bridge.
"Oh bloody hell" I say to myself. I take a deep breath in, and step onto the bridge.