With the bandage in place, Scott felt reasonably confident that he could make his way down the hill the rest of the way without digging more gravel into his wound. Having S.T.'s light shining near the edge of the pit helped, for which he was glad. He was not in the mood to go for another tumble just yet, especially not one down a seemingly bottomless pit, if the stones were anything to go by.

By the time he made it down, Harvey and S.T. were already discussing their next move. Good, so he hadn't missed anything. They were as stuck for ideas as he was. "Thanks, man," said Scott as he carefully took the sword from Harvey, making as sure as he could that all five of his fingers were closed securely around the hilt. Thank goodness it had been his left hand that had been cut, he thought, or he probably would have had more trouble getting his hand to cooperate.

"Camp out, roast marshmallows? I could go for some s'mores right now," said Scott, peering out veeerrry carefully over the edge of the pit. Not much of a view.