"You don't know how to work a can opener? How long have you been topside anyway?"
Long enough to make a baby and given what he knew about Doc already, he'd guess at least 8 months. A month and a half to get Wynonna in bed, another two to get her knocked up. If he had to guess. Man like Doc knew the process for making babies.
"Was it? Was it ever?" Normally, he would have left room for Doc to answer his question but the statement stirred up something in him. "Nothin about this place makes sense, not the people it's pulled, not what we're here for, not how it moves." He was spitting. Raylan took a breath and focused his impotent anger forwards. "Not these goddamned tunnels either."
They were both tall enough and it didn't take them long to hit the end of the tunnel, his flashlight kicking up against the back wall before he turned it up, looking for the door to the Gull he expected.
"No," he muttered, walking back the way they came with his flashlight pointed up. "Goddamnit. GODDAMNIT," he swore, the word echoing around them like it was mocking him. "This is not fucking happening, all these goddamned stone walls, stone walls and not an extra ladder; This is by design, this has got to be fuckin' personal, shit." If the walls weren't stone, he'd hit it. Instead he stalked back the way they came.
No. There had to be a way out of here. There had to be a way out of these tunnels that wasn't started from the top.
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Long enough to make a baby and given what he knew about Doc already, he'd guess at least 8 months. A month and a half to get Wynonna in bed, another two to get her knocked up. If he had to guess. Man like Doc knew the process for making babies.
"Was it? Was it ever?" Normally, he would have left room for Doc to answer his question but the statement stirred up something in him. "Nothin about this place makes sense, not the people it's pulled, not what we're here for, not how it moves." He was spitting. Raylan took a breath and focused his impotent anger forwards. "Not these goddamned tunnels either."
They were both tall enough and it didn't take them long to hit the end of the tunnel, his flashlight kicking up against the back wall before he turned it up, looking for the door to the Gull he expected.
"No," he muttered, walking back the way they came with his flashlight pointed up. "Goddamnit. GODDAMNIT," he swore, the word echoing around them like it was mocking him. "This is not fucking happening, all these goddamned stone walls, stone walls and not an extra ladder; This is by design, this has got to be fuckin' personal, shit." If the walls weren't stone, he'd hit it. Instead he stalked back the way they came.
No. There had to be a way out of here. There had to be a way out of these tunnels that wasn't started from the top.