Suddenly it is raining bones.
Bob, “ouch”, biff, “ouch”, bonk, “arghh.”
Boat vaguely wonders if he can reassemble the skeleton, but knows he must concentrate on the Win.
He follows the shreds of burnt garment scattered along the path until he comes to a grille with a semi-naked Sai trying to shake the metal door open. Boat gently moves her aside and turns the key in the lock. The grille swings open revealing pleasant rolling countryside and tweeting birds.
Boat holds up a hand. “I’d better go first.” He takes the Win, goes through, shuts and locks the gate before pocketing the key.
He blows a kiss. “It’s for the best. This route is risky and I wouldn’t want you to face such danger… Take care.”