'We have to go, now,' Andrew said, putting the chest back in its place and took the bottle from Chelsea.
They followed the stairs and reached the first floor. The wooden flooring once again brought back the memories of the basement. Chelsea's hands were still cold as ice. Lost in her own trail of thoughts, she saw, Andrew standing still, with his head down.
Shaking Andrew's arm, she said, 'Andrew, what are you doing? It's no time for meditation.'
'What if we throw this on that thing?'
'Okay, I hope they like to play catch and throw.'
'I am not joking. We are stuck here. You know what happened to...' he didn't complete the sentence. 'This is our only chance. There has to be a purpose of it.'
'What if it didn't work?' Chelsea asked with uncertainty in her voice.
'We can always try. W
