Day Three Hundred Twenty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah emerged from the set apart cabin, staff in hand. And I was waiting for him.

He simply said, “I know,” and beckoned me to follow. I offered to fetch the Captain, but he answered it would not be necessary.

No one was about when we arrived forward. The acetylene torch and its paraphernalia were cluttering the passageway  outside the cabin in question.

Elijah ordered me to wait outside, and cautioned me to do nothing no matter what I saw or heard.

He struck the door with his staff. It opened and he entered, slamming the door behind him.  Smoke or mist which had issued forth, was sucked back in by the action of the closing door.

Again, I wait.