– No, I can’t. – The surface of the table is immense, but slightly reflectant. A quick look doesn’t show anything over it that I may use as a ladder, string or parachute to go down. I prefer to save words and I don’t explain my findings to the doll.
– I don’t know why but I was also expecting that. – There is a deep sadness on her whispers. – Let me see what I can find.
I do remember now that I forgot to investigate the velvet tray. Well, I do have something that I could use as an anchor…but I will wait until she comes back. The perspective of escaping with her is ominous. What if she insist on leading the way? It’s true that she may know more about this world we’re in, but I don’t have any reason to trust a person that tends to run in the presence of danger without trying to communicate the plans to the others. She’s for me, a traitor by definition.
– Here! – I look on the direction of the whisper, that is not the same that originally she was.- I’m going to throw you something, with a string attached. Please catch it and anchor it the best place you can find for it. – Pause. – It’s enough if it holds for the time it takes you to slide down. Will you be able to do it? – I nod by instinct, then I whisper a “yes”, and wait. – Good boy. Here it comes. One two three go!
I see a silver arrow crossing the artificial horizon that is the border of my table. How the hell is she sending it up so high? The spear falls like fifty meters away from where I am, between me and the velvet trade. I go for it before saying anything. The arrow is like one of the pins the giant used to fix the boy to the trade. The string attached to it looks like some kind of thick spider silk. Not that I remember playing with it frequently, but it’s irregular, dirty white, and sticky. But where can I attach it? She whispers again.
– Did you get it? Pull it twice for yes. – I do so. Is she now protecting me? Why a code? Didn’t somebody said that they can’t hear us screaming? – Good boy. Now please attach it as good as you can. When you are ready, pull it twice. There should be something there you can use as an anchor: a piece of bread, a cardboard, something. Or you can try to stick it over a long surface…- I think about it.
– No, I will manage. Please hold on. – I don’t whisper on purpose. I take the pin and walk down to the velvet tray, where the remnants of the boy are pinned down. One more will not harm him more than the current ones. Besides, he’s dead. I look at his glassy eyes. I look at the recomposition the giant made. Very rude. Then I lift the pin and I stick it into his torso with all the forces I can gather. For a moment, I doubt he’s not going to come back from the deads and pin me back, but of course it is not happening. And I have my anchor. – Ready! – I shout, and I pull twice from the spider silk. We are going to escape, so, why bother?
– You are so useless. I’m going to miss Trell so much. – I don’t know if the ambient is so silent I can hear everything or it’s that she want me to hear it. – Just follow the line, get to the border, grab the string with both hands, and jump over the border. Do you think you can do it, city man? – I walk to the border. I don’t see what’s at the bottom, but the string goes down with a kind forty five degrees slope now. Whatever was used to launch the spear has been moved away to help me to slide down.
– Of course I can. I go to the gym twice per day. I’m ready! – I shout.
– Then do it, please. Let’s end up with this, I want to sleep before we leave. – And I jump.