I couldn't be more happier than when Nelson waved that small piece of paper over my face. I was thrilled to see it.
No beyond thrilled.
At first I thought that all hop had been lost but here it was right before my eyes, my key to escaping from this miserable nightmare of a curse.
"The paper's wet, we may need to let it dry and all so let's get to somewhere accomodating." Nelson said.
I looked around, unsure of where to go, now would be a really good time to make a quick call for help but our phones are dead and mine is destroyed since it's wet, unfortunately it's not waterprooved like Nelson but hey, he's also in my shoes so I guess no one wins.
"Wait."
I call for Nelson's attention. "It that's the case then, when did you get the paper from the box?"
It suddenly hits me during our conversation, that I had no idea what exactly was in the box, so there's no way I would have known if it was a paper, or a gun or even a cloth.
