"Sand?" She asked, looking up at him. "What are you doing with sand?"
He bit his lip hesitantly and looked towards the door, then sighed as he grabbed her hand and led her back towards the bed, making her sit as he knelt in front of her, opening the pouch bag.
"Look, Karen. I came here for something. Basically."
His voice was low now.
"For what?" She asked in the same low voice as well.
"What is in this bag...may be dangerous to you, but I need you to do something for me."
"What?"
"It's sand in here and I need you to look into it."
"But...why?"
Her heart was beginning to beat at the urgency and secrecy of his tone but she trusted him. Right? He was literally the only one she trusted even with her life.
"I can't explain why now because it's something I need to confirm first."
"Yo
