Beside him, Mark felt another presence.
He had no idea how long George was there. “How’s the stomach?” he asked instinctively.
“What?” said George, his voice sounding slightly irritated.
Mark stole a quick glance at George, who also happened to be looking at the doorknocker. George had a frown on his face.
“Never mind,” he muttered. Better to stay away from someone as jittery as George. He wouldn’t blame George, though. It’s hard not to be edgy in a place like this.
Mark averted his eyes from the stare of the snake on the doorknocker. Something about it was beginning to make him uneasy. George must have felt it too. Because soon both of them were staring at everything else on the door but it.