The horrible little sounds in the abandoned place attacked my sense of hearing like a violent gust of noise.
Let's have a conversation. It'll save me from thinking about all those critters hanging around.
Encouraged by this idea, while keeping the beam of light firmly aimed at the tracks eaten away by rust, I said:
“Are you all right?”
What? It's a start, isn't it?
“Why are you asking me if I'm all right?”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“You were imprisoned in this mine for quite a while. I think anybody would have gone nuts in your place, so... I just want to know if everything’s okay.”
Ulrich didn’t answer and I decided to insist.
“When I found you, you seemed... let's say... a little disturbed. But I understand, given the kind of grim jail you were locked in. I just want to make sure
