“Mr Conor, we there yet?” a small voice pipped up from behind him.
Conor smiled at the humor… ah stereotypes. Children are so wonderfully pure. "Not yet boyo we’ve a bit further yet. I’ve had te step aroun’ a few places that wouldn’t be pleasant fer either yourself or Ms. Juno here. We’ll be there by an’ by."
Conor stood at the edge of a great chasm that smelled of old musty clothes, dust, and rotten pizza. It was dark within the chasm and nothing moved save the wind. To pass through this area would save a tremendous amount of time, time passed favorably within… however the owner, if awake, could possibly make the trip fairly unpleasant for Jake… but really, how much worse could his nightmares be after all this?
“Jake, Ms Juno needs us to move quickly and we need to cross this chasm to save time. But it’s the home of a creature.” Conor looked down at the woman he’d been holding in his arms for … he couldn’t remember how long now. She was still asleep, thanks be to God.
“You mean … like a monster?” Jake looked up at Conor with his big eyes.