Apparently, the anomalous old man wanted us to attempt to leave his house. Hanso still seemed confused. But I knew he wasn't stupid. He knew what kind of situation were we in. But for some odd reason, he pretended not to know. He looked at Miguel. Raising his brows, he asked, "Why'd you return? You had the chance to run away. Were you worried about us?"
Miguel kept his brows furrowed. He averted his eyes. "No ... I just couldn't leave. I couldn't even think about leaving. I saw ... I saw something. But I just can't ... explain it."
Hanso looked at Miguel's leg. "Was it your leg? I'm guessing you came back because you couldn't walk down the stairs with that leg of yours."
