Continued from May 2, 2018
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Jeff waited as patiently as he could while Mildred read through the book on fighting dark gods. His mind reeled with the possibilities of everything that had occurred and the world he had been dragged into. His eyes landed on the statue when he absent-mindedly reached out and pulled it toward him. It was cold at first, but started pulsing warmth after a few seconds.
Mildred barely even acknowledged his movement, though a small smile did peek at the corners of her mouth. More than an hour passed when Mildred suddenly got up and ran back to the bookshelves, searching until she found what she needed.
“I’ve got it!” Mildred screeched loud enough for her voice to carry through the entire underground. “I can bring Cindy back!”
“What do we need to do?” Mario said, appearing seemingly out of thin air and startling Jeff. “What do you need?”
“I need the exact rune configuration on the carpets you described, Jeff,” Mildred said. “With that, I’ll be able to reverse the spell that turned her into a statue.”
“I thought you said you had it?” Jeff asked, “I doubt I can remember the exact pattern, what happens if we get it wrong?”
“She’ll likely die if we get it wrong,” Mildred said.
“I don’t know-”
“It’ll be fine, Jeff. We don’t need your memory for the pattern, we need it to get back into the room. If we can get there, and the carpets are still there, we will have the pattern we need.” Mario said.
“Alright. I’m in.” Jeff said, setting the statue on the table as he stood up. “When do we leave?”
Jeff watched Mario’s expression change from excitement to concern as his eyes darted between the him, Mildred, and the statue.
“Are you sure you want to go back?” Mario asked.
“If it means getting Cindy back, I’ll go. I already said, I’m in this now, and I meant it.” Jeff stated.
“Alright, then we’ll leave right after lunch. We’ll go over the details you can remember while we eat, and I’ll have a small team of guys come with us just to make sure we can handle what get’s thrown at us.” Mario said nodding approvingly.
“That sounds good,” Jeff said, realizing that he hadn’t eaten anything since he had woken up in the theater.