i watch as he pushes his eight foot tall frame through a confined tunnel and disappear , along with our light , into another area of the cave . i promise you a big juicy steak when i get back . no couch , only an uncomfortable-looking , burnt orange chair in the corner beside a small desk . he curses , presses me more firmly against the door . suddenly i was back in the abandoned mine . put his hands on his hips and hung his head . a wide grin spread across his mischievous face . 