And???
Still, you are terrified that any sudden movement will stir whatever
is attached to the hand further.
Suddenly, your eyes lock on Dave's. His eyes have ajusted to the
darkness of the chamber under your feet. His face pale, his eyes
misty, he begins to slide down the hall, opposite the way of Barbara.
You are left alone with the thing beyond the trapdoor.
You peer into the trapdoor, but it is too dark to see anything. The
hand is still. You slowly turn your head to the stainglass window. The
shades all have a blue tint to them. The sun is fading, and fast!
