`` that 's right , '' he murmured against my cheek before pecking it with his lips . smith retrieved the big electric lantern from his pack and played the beam into the mouth of the cavern . i walk softly over to the television , drawn to it , somehow , drawn to its soft light and the trip , trip , trip , that seems to be coming from it , from inside it . he rubbed the sweat from his forehead and ran his fingers though his hair . pulling my large suitcase behind me , i head for the elevator . 