-Continuation- (Read “The Tunnel” first)
“Where does this tunnel go?” And the man walked in the channel. The ceiling was too low for him to stand and he started swimming.
“What are you doing?” I didn’t like he was leaving me behind.
“Come, we’ll get to the end of this.”
There were only two options: to follow him or go back by myself.
“Is it safe?” My questions didn’t seem to bother him.
The man stopped and waited for me. “Do you really think that we are in danger or something? I mean, to be attacked?”
That was a wild thought, “to be attacked.” I had no idea.
“Maybe it’s not out business to do this. We should call the Police,” I said.
“And say what? That we trespassed in somebody else’s house and wander around ? Come on!”
The darkness and the narrow space made my heart skip a beat. “I hope there is enough air.”
The young man took my hand. “We’ll be fine.”
In a few moments it was pitch dark, but we kept advancing. We walked on ground for a while until it changed in sand. “We are close to the beach. Maybe we are ending up in somebody’s basement.” My joke was out of place.
“I have the feeling that this tunnel is illegal,” my neighbor spoke out loud.
We were in the water for at least 5-6 minutes now. I was sure we were going toward the ocean. Walking on the street from Adam’s place to the shore would take about 3-4 minutes. Dragging ourselves through the water might take a few minutes longer. All of a sudden I felt the ocean breeze coming in. Then I felt the first waves, slowly in the beginning, and increasing its strength, as we kept moving ahead.
“Do you know how to swim?” Phillip asked.
“I think I can survive,” I assured him, but deep inside I was scared to death.
Why was I there? Wasn’t my life complicated enough not to
make it unbearable now getting into things that were not supposed to be my concern?
Unfortunately, there was no way to go back by myself.
“Phillip, we should go back,” I tried in a normal voice, but the squeal in my tone didn’t help.
-To be continued –