You keep speaking in the passive tense, but you know, we do things. You walked down the tunnel. You, with your legs.
What else was I supposed to do, not walk down it?
Well, yeah. Knowing whose it was, most people would go back to folding sundresses and leave it all under the floor.
No, every time I’m walking down that tunnel. Every time. And once I find out what’s at the end, I’ll figure it out then. But at least I’ll know. I’ll know. Why would you not want to know?