"Says the goddamn chain-smoker," says Jay in disgust as he shuffles along through the horribly narrow space. "You don't get to judge me, Tim. What do you even care, anyway?"

He comes to a fork in the path. Left or right. How the hell should he know? Does it matter, in the end?

He chooses left.

"I think I see a way out up ahead," he grunts.