Malcolm hadn’t been able to find boots, but he had his coat and sweater and he abandoned his tea to pull them on. His dress shoes would have to do. He didn’t need less weight, but he took up the middle as directed, still concerned about the plan. Something about the shadowy eyes on the other side of the chasm made him.... uneasy.

“Are...are we going to the other side?” he asked as they walked. Obviously, if the plan was to cross, it was for all of them to do it.