"My muscles are burning!" Aron cried, clutching onto his calves. His sneakers red where it should have been white. Panting, he held onto his partner's hand. "Can we rest?"
"If we're given a chance to that is!" Rós eyed up the mansion doors.
Aron howled. "If we don't rest now, I'll collapse."
"You know we never got a chance to go into that mansion."
"I'm sure we have..." Everything looked the same to Aron.
"No, you're thinking of that other house."
Aron looked up at the horizons. "You know we've been to so many places, that I can hardly keep track anymore." They held hands to feel a moment of sanity. Something they had almost forgotten since coming onto the show. Aron let go and shrugged his shoulders. His bag jumped over his head then swung on his shoulders. "I got a strange feeling
