To The Foot...

[jfcnoteyeliner]

Richard packed up the cookies into his satchel and even put on a new shirt and set out into the jungle, leaving the barracks and Ben behind. Trudging through the jungle, then meandering across the beach until he had reached the Statue. Pausing he looked up momentarily at it. Thinking about his flash before he moved for the foot itself. He needed to talk  to Jacob. He had questions, things to tell him. Sucking in a breath and puffing his chest out with bravado and purpose, he moves carefully down to the door. Looking up and down at it before slamming his palm against it.

Jacob?

Giving a frazzled look, as he tilts his head this way and that before once more slamming his palm to the door.