Chapter 71

ANDREW

James and I decided that we would walk down the spiral staircase convinced that we would eventually reach the bottom.  But every level that we hit looks identical to the level that was above it.  The pictures on the walls and each doorway is always the same.  We have been walking for what feels like forever.  The view from the windows never changes.  The sun has not risen since we have been in the tower.  It is the dead of night, and the sky is void of any moon or stars.  Black clouds swirl against the dark blue sky.  

Tension and frustration is building between us, and I fear if we do not come up with a new idea soon that we will end up fighting.  After descending the stairs and landing in seemingly the same circular room for the hundredth time, I sit on the floor.  My legs feel like lead, and I am pretty sure my feet are bleeding withing my shoes.  Exhaustion mixed with hunger is driving me to the brink