Morris stooped down to look beneath the truck. Oil poured out of the crank case like an animal relieving itself. From here, they would have to walk.

Walter stopped running as he passed the statue. Out of breath, he turned around and rested his hands on his knees. Miranda arrived, panting.

"I win," Walter announced. Miranda kicked him the crotch.

Walter grimaced at the proposition. He pondered it only briefly before leaving and slamming the kitchen door in disgust.

It was not the end. Miranda arrived to the enterance of a large, green tunnel. The floors were covered in glossy, olive tile and the walls and ceiling were a similar color. It was dim, despite the long blue fluorescent lights. At the end the was an ordinary door, complete with knob on the left side.

Shoes were the only thing left of Miranda after the grenade went off.