(Tune in next week for the exciting conclusion! I'm thinking secret conference room with diabolical plans an' such.)<br/><br/>As Chris carefully slid down towards the base of the shaft (Giggity-ow. *rubs cheek*) he didn't manage to hear Ptricia in time and so bumped into her and nudged her down a couple more inches towards the fan. "Shit!" blurted the wolf nervously. "Not good." He looked down nervously at the mouse-form sphinx. "Well, now what? What would Obi-Wan do?"