“So. What were you doing in that hole?” I froze, hand still outstretched. “What was I doing in there?” I parroted in disbelief, impatience and anger chasing away any fear. “I fell! I didn’t—I didn’t want to be in the fucking hole!” The monster shrugged, folding his huge arms over his chest, my bag dangling by its strap from one finger at his side. “How am I supposed to know everything that humans do or don’t do? Maybe humans love being in holes.”
