>Omar: do your thing.


He does, and even standing around the corner, you can feel the rush of hot, dry air spill through the corridor.

Then something made of fire and a skeleton pokes its head round the corner.


JACQUELINE: “You can’t speak?”

OMAR: “KrSSkk.”

JACQUELINE: “Okay, just let us go past and follow us until you can touch things without setting them on fire.”

> Go forth.