Jack had forgiven me. Like a wife forgiving her husband for cheating on them with the maid because she herself played with the gardener occasionally.
He had given me one week after I escape from this prison to make a leg for him.
So after that, I started hopping again—like a kangaroo after throwing his kids out of his pocket—towards the alley I was seeing in front of me to my right.
I know, Johnson's cabin was straight in the line and I have to go there if I have to escape this tenth level.
There were two roads I could choose from. Makes me remember the time I had to choose between two girls to be my girlfriend, the orphanage wasn't okay with that though. And neither the hospital.
Anyway, I could go to the right or I could keep walking straight like an anti lgbtq parade.
But I did some maths in my head—elementry level—and chose the path to my right. Mostly because I don't want to stay on this—cooking session gone wrong—corridor anymore.
