The Tower

What are we doing now?” I asked Pittman while we were marching through some woods and high grass up to my eyeballs. I could barely see where we were going, so I stuck close to the tall people.

“You’ll see,” Pittman said. “I think you’re going to like it.”

And since everything was kind of upside down here, I didn’t know if she meant I was actually going to like it. All I knew about Pittman was that she was “nicer” than Fish. Which isn’t the same thing as nice.

A minute later, we came out of the woods and into another big wide-open space.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first of your nine obstacles for the week,” Pittman said. “Also known as—the Tower.”