2.b.xi
“Good god, how
long is this vent shaft?” Mr. Jones said.
“There’s no way we’re still inside the Jolene’s complex.”
“I case you
hadn’t noticed,” Tanya said, “I am currently on my hands and knees, crawling
through a greasy, foul smelling, bodily secretion. I’m using all my mental energy to convince
myself otherwise so I don’t have time for your petty little wonderings. In fact, you don’t really need to speak again
until we’re out of this stinky, claustrophobic hell. And preferably… after I’ve showered.
Tanya and Mr.
Jones continued on in silence.