Marcus drew his handkerchief out of his pocket and wrapped it around the knife wound in her finger.
"Sorry," he said. "I must have cut it a little deeper than I thought. Its really bleeding."
"Its fine," she said.
"Here," Brian said. He reached out to her, took off the handkerchief and healed her finger quickly.
"I really could have gotten a bandaid," she said.
"You can't dive with a bandaid," he said. "And it really isn't a big deal.
"Edward," Michael frowned. "Can I see those doodles you were doing while we were talking?"
"My doodles?" Edward frowned. "I was just keeping my pen busy. They don't mean a thing."
"Where'd you put them?"
"Um..." Edward said, looking through the pieces of paper on the table. "Here." Michael began to study them.
"What if...what if they did mean something?" Michael said.
"Then I'd say you'd been nipping the firewhiskey, my friend."
"No, I'm serious. Look at some of them. They look just like some of those symbols we saw on the trap."
"What?" Edward frowned. Edward looked at the papers again. "You might just have something. If we can put the runes in the right order and decode them. And that's a big 'if.'"
"I'm not going anywhere. Are you?" Michael asked.
"Well, this would be helpful if we had Robert to help us decode the runes themselves. He's quicker at these things."
"If he doesn't come before too long, we can send for him," Michael said.