Your fingers curl around the knob and you give it a quick turn. You throw the door open, but no one is there. Instead a book is laying at your feet. You pick it up.
'Tales Tragic and Peculiar'. You flip through it, pictures and words adorning the pages. It looks like a fairy tale book.
“You done yet?”
Your head whips up. Hatchet is standing at the end of the hall, hands on her hips.
“The book might be a good idea. Lot’s of long drives and a whole lotta silence.”
You nod slightly, slipping it into your bag.
“C’mon then, we’ve got to get moving,” she gestures for you to follow her as she disappears around the corner. You practically run after her.