“Bound to be.” Jasfoup stood back, holding the door open. “Hurry up. We haven't got all day.”
“If you say so.” Harold stepped through, the warm wind hitting his face and making his hair stream backwards. It smelled of salt and old socks, but was vaguely pleasant once he'd taken a few breaths. It was like his irregular visits to the dentist. The smell of methylated spirits was overpowering when he first opened the door, but a few deep breaths and he was used to it.
He could tell by the hollow ring of his footsteps he was in a tunnel. He recognised them from his first few trip with Jasfoup. The tunnels populated by the denizens of Hell were reminiscent of the tunnels linking one underground station to the next, the walls generally plastered with advertisements for places and goods not generally available to mortals. Come to Alexandria! See the Library before it Burns.
He was particularly intrigued by an advertisement for Julius Caesar. He couldn't decide if the blurb See the comic-tragedy as he is stabbed seventeen times! was in reference to a play or the real-life killing. He resolved to ask Jasfoup if it was true.
He looked back through the door as Gillian stepped through with Lucy, who was fascinated by the colourful posters. She stepped out of the way of the door and looked back. “What's the hold-up?”
“Dead boy won't come.”
Jasfoup poked his head through the doorway. “It's not that he doesn't want to. He can't. The tunnel doesn't exist for him. Technically he's a man-made construct.”
“Powered by a possessing spirit. He's about as supernatural as they come.”
“I don't know why. I'll have to leave him to find another way out.”
“Can he not return to his body?”
Jasfoup ducked back out of sight for a moment and returned. “He doesn't want to.”