Chapter 13: The Thing In Lewis' Suitcase
'Well then. I see you've met The Thing.'
I couldn't say anything. My mind was still a shaken mess from that experience, and now I was here, and as Lewis and Nicole looked down at me like judges my internal shame and self-blame were both vying for my attention. I'd done it. I can't believe I was so stupid. And now I was here and I was staring at the floor trying to think what had possessed me to think this was a good idea. How could I possibly get out of this? I had only been curious... I...
I couldn't really get out. The heavy hand was on my mind that weaselling was the wrong approach to this. It was a time to face the music. I hate that feeling. I wanted to slink away.
The only reason I hadn't turned around was because then I'd have to look at that box, and I'd rather eat paint before I let it scare me like that again.
Oh. It turns out I'm going to have to lead. Slowly, I ra