He looks back down at you. "You're going to be difficult,"
he says.
You are about to reply, but he covers your mouth with his fingertips.
You are silent.
He turns towards the door. He closes his eyes and stands there
motionless. You don't know what's going on. You are about to tap his
shoulder to ask what he's doing, when the door swings open.
He opens his eyes. He walks through the door. He takes your hand and
leads you through also. The door slams shut.
He looks at you and sighs. He lifts his eyes to the sky and moves his
lips, but no sound comes out. It seems as though he is uttering a
prayer.