Hanlon at least knew where he was going, but of course he would he's not human, he's probably not even there (I mean sure I'm pretty sure he's not a figment of my imagination, but you know, you never know, maybe he is...) he just glided through the muck to the proper spot and waited for me to catch up. I don't mean like literally glided, I just mean he seemingly navigated the sewers without getting on himself, it was kind of amazing.
"You are very slow."
"Its knee deep muck and I'm not whatever you are."
"Obviously." At this point I wondered why Hanlon was even there except to insult me. Which was probably the point. The entrance to the tunnel had accumulated quite a bit of bones and loose articles of clothing showing that my spell was doing its job and that people can't read. The sign I'd put up was still there warning people to avoid it.
"Now I'm trying to remember how to disarm this thing." Remember would imply I knew in the first place, and that was completely wrong. I hadn't actually intended on ever disarming it, let alone worry about it causing the apocalypse!
"You don't know at all do you." Hanlon was staying far back from the blast radius, I was at least proud that whatever he was, he was still afraid of my magical ability.
"Of course I know, its just that I want to do it in a way that doesn't start the apocalypse!" I think Hanlon saw past my lie pretty easily. Still didn't mean I didn't leave him sitting there for a couple hours while I tried to puzzle out a way to disarm the spell. Not because I wanted to stay where we were, I was just utterly terrified of trying something and frying Hanlon and myself to death. Thankfully someone else came along who knew how to disarm the spell, unthankfully it was gods damned Morley.
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