The group once again set path, now (hopefully) fully focused on the actual mission: get to the Castle Doors before night falls.

They didn’t have much time. Between the thick walls of black clouds on the sky, Max could see small cracks of pink and orange, a little technicolor exhibition that he bet would be beautiful to watch had they got an actual frame of vision instead of those ugly, stupid clouds.

He’s been always bad on time guessing, but he could say with a fair amount of confidence that they were running out of time.

Fortunately, their little stop didn’t really took that much time as Mr. Rabbit feared, nor had it not been planned on his calculations. Despite not being the best at coming up with the BEST PLANS, you couldn’t say he wasn’t good at PLANNING OUT stuff.

They had time. Maybe a little tight on time, but he was sure they could do it.

Well, at least, he was ALMOST sure. Like 90% sure. Indeed, for looking at his SURE-o-METER right now, he could attest that his CERTAINTY FACTOR was still pretty high, but sloooooowly decaying, which was a little bit concerning. And this was making him slightly anxious.

Mumbling nervously, he kept hurrying up his friends:

“C’mon, guys, we shall not slow our step now.”

And he fastened his speed a little, walking ahead, always ahead.

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