"That is a very good question, Sunny, and I do not wish to know the
answer," Willy replied.
From the dark of the tunnel a hand reached around the edge. The long,
spindly fingers had too many knuckles, too many bends. It gripped tightly
and slowly a face emerged from the darkness. It was sickeningly pale, large
jet black eyes like pits trained on the two of them. And then it opened its
mouth wide, far too wide, and it hissed. That was all the warning they got
before it scampered up the wall so it could get a better look at the
platform, and the pair of them.
"Beware," Willy cautioned, his blade raised to it.