'Who the hell are you?'
Are we really going to discuss existentialism all day, or are you going to get out of here? I've shown you the way.
With it's pincer raised, the crab again pointed to the depression in the wall. As you turn your head to the wall, looking more intensely this time, you notice the wall start to swirl hypnotically, the pattern of bricks spinning.
You know, maybe I'm God and you're my prophet. Remember Moses and the burning bush. Ring any bells? But does it really matter, anyway.
'Is it some kind of portal? What's out there?'
You're not very spontaneous, are you? Are you British? Why don't you go and find out. Oh dear, I've picked the wrong one to ask here.
'Ask to do what?'
I need your help. You want to spoil the surprise of what's through that wall, my friend? I'll tell you...Salvation!





"Thanks juniper. I just hope I'm not changing who the protagonist is for this story. I'm sure it's still supposed to be our captive."
"That crab has got some personality for sure! Way to go!"



