But what if you don't know the integrity, ability, or character of this person? What little, carefully guarded trust Travis had already placed in Adadora was beginning to wane. He stood there, blindfolded with the sleeve of Wedge's shirt.
"You must trust me." She said
"You're not leaving me a choice." Travis whispered.
She gave a chuckle. "I'm sure the attendant outside would be more than happy to carry you."
He peaked out from under the blindfold and watched as she threw Wedge over her shoulder with a low grunt. Her point had been made.
Quickly he replaced the blindfold and waited. He felt her brush past him in the confined space and heard the door creak as she opened it.
"How are you enjoying the opera, Miss?" Came the voice of the attendant. It was a raspy voice, as if he had been talking too much and needed a glass of water.
"The opera is very informative. However, this guest is in need of a doctor."
There was a pause. "Oh dear." The attendant's polite voice suddenly carried a sense of urgency. "This will not do. He is not supposed to be here. The doctor will see you right away."
There was a slight tremor of fear in the man's voice. For a brief moment, a wave of fear washed over Travis as a hand rested on his shoulder. It was a large firm hand, nothing like Adadora's.
"I will lead the way, sir. But you must remain silent and you must move with all swiftness." It was the voice of the attendant.
Travis opened his mouth but closed it quickly. He wanted to ask where they were taking him and why. He desired an explanation. He needed an explanation. He was going to refuse to go anywhere unless they told him. But the words remained frozen on his tongue.
"I said silent." The attendant reprimanded him.
Travis closed his mouth. So, blindfolded and scared, he allowed them to lead him away from his box seat, away from the opera. And they began to climb the stairs. Up and up they went.
But it was the sudden blast of wind that terrified Travis...
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