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later. Right now you have some questions, and you’ve got Winchester all to yourself.
    “Tell me something, Winchester.”
    “Yes, sir?”
    “This island,” you begin. “Are there any normal animals?Ones that aren’t outrageously big or strangely colored or laughing at you   —literally?”
    “It is a strange island indeed.”
    “A gopher? I almost died because of a gopher.”
    “It would have been a pity,” he says.
    Would have been a pity? You shake your head.
    “Well, Willie’s gonna pay for this.”
    “He does feel bad,” Winchester assures you.
    “He should feel bad. He shot me!”
    “If it’s any comfort, you won’t have any guns to choose from tomorrow. Only the crossbow and the sword.”
    You don’t say anything, but you’re pretty sure Willie could inflict a lot of damage with those too.
    Willie is extremely and unusually apologetic when he comes into your room. You realize he not only feels guilty but was scared by what happened. So you play it off like it was nothing big. Yes, a bullet grazed your cheek. But hey, things happen. Gophers laugh. Bullets graze. Life is a grand mystery.
    “So I guess tomorrow we’ll be going to Mount Fear,” Willie says when he visits again before bed.
    “Can’t be much worse than the beach,” you joke.
    Willie doesn’t reply.
    “Well, it could be worse, but it won’t be,” you add, trying to lighten the mood. “We still have the crossbow and the sword to choose from.”
    “I’ll keep both away from you,” he promises.
    As you eat in the dining room that evening, you feel like the animal heads are watching you. You feel like the people in the paintings are staring down at you.
    You feel sorta creeped out.
    “I’m beginning to really miss home,” you tell the guys.
    John Luke and Cole agree.
    The night is dark outside the windows, and the wilderness around you seems to be alive with noise.
    “I’d hate to have to go out there now,” you say. “I bet there are lots of creatures we have yet to see.”
    “I’m going to get that gopher stuffed so you can put it up at home.” Willie actually seems to think this is a good idea.
    “Thanks, but that’s too much.”
    “I insist.”

    “I insist that you don’t. I don’t want a rodent in my house. Real or stuffed.”
    You wonder if you’ll see the count tonight. But he doesn’t appear, and nothing unusual happens. Maybe he’s leaving you alone because of what happened.
    Later on, as you’re about to go to sleep in your bedroom, Willie comes in again and asks how you’re feeling.
    “Oh, I don’t know,” you say. “I sorta feel like I got shot by my brother.”
    “Man, I’m sorry!”
    “You’ve already said that twenty times. I know. I’m kidding. I’m glad it’s nothing worse.”
    “I don’t like this island,” Willie says.
    “Yeah, me neither.”
    Willie looks around the room, then whispers, “No, I really don’t like it. I want to get off it. ASAP.”
    You nod but don’t say anything because you’ve begun to wonder if the room could be bugged.
    “Two more days, right?” you finally say.
    This doesn’t seem to comfort Willie. “I got a bad feeling.”
    “That’s not good. ’Cause I’m usually the one who gets those.”
    “Yeah.”
    You try to change the subject. “So which weapon are we choosing tomorrow?”
    Willie shakes his head. “Whatever’s gonna get us out of here.”

    Which one will it be?
    If you pick the crossbow, go here .
    If you pick the sword, go here .

INDIANA JASE

    YOU STAND IN THE CENTER of a rope bridge hanging four or five stories above the river. This is where the river begins to form, just below the falls between Mount Fear and the jungle. You’re holding your sword and begging those ducks to join you.
    “Come on out,” you shout. “Come on.”
    And one by one, they get on the bridge and start waddling toward you. From both directions.
    I have you now.
    You grab a part of the bridge in one hand and hold the sword steady in the