Page 44 - GINGER

“Ginger, where are you, are you okay? Do you mind holding my hand as you walk?”, Wobbly
said fumbling out nervous words.

Ginger chuckled. “Yes of course, I don’t want you getting lost”, she smiled.

“Lost? Me? No. I want you to be safe with me.” He grinned a toothless smile in the dark.

“Where are we going, eh?” He asked as if everyone except him knew.

“We are going to get the exact right memory of Ginger’s mother, we need to solve this now.
We are going to the Memorabilia”, Haanz told him, and others, with clarity.

Wobbly’s eyes opened wide in surprise and curiosity, so wide they could be seen like two
headlights in the tunnel.

“But, wasn’t it through…?” He couldn’t complete.

“Yes, the mailbox is an entry where I reside. This, you can say, is a backdoor”, Haanz
winked.

They walked for a very long time, and by this time the eyes had accommodated
themselves with the dark and the hands had befriended the stony walls.

But the eyes couldn’t see what lay ahead.

Their hopes and efforts took a wrong turn when they reached a dead end. An end with a
heavy door locked and shut closed. Light emanated from around its entire periphery.

“What now!” Ginger asked banging softly at the door and turning to Haanz. “Use the
key!”, he said, clearly confused.

She pulled it out of her pocket blindly and tried to palpate a keyhole; only to find nothing.
She then started finding any hole, any inlet – whatsoever, moving her hands over the
surface to find something. “We’re stuck”, she finally said. “I don’t know about this.”
Haanz gave an unasked explanation.

“How about we go back?” Wobbly asked all of them after a long silence.

“You are always one to run from problems, aren’t you?” Pristly nagged Wobbly
unnecessarily.

“Hey, people, Stop!” Haanz raised his hands.

“We can’t go back, Wobbly. We will have to go back to where we started, and chances are,
we will further get lost, or worst still, get caught”, he said disappointed.

“The only way is to get to the other side of this door. As it is, it might just be an in-and-out
tunnel to hide, a wrong tunnel I chose”, he kept inspecting the door.