You kick the book as hard as you can, and natrually you experience an excrutiating pain in your foot. The book, being made of solid 22-carat gold, hasn't moved an inch. 'Ow! That really hurt!' you say to yourself. 'What an idiot! Now I can't walk!' Donald offers to carry you the rest of the way. You assume he means on his back, but instead he tucks you under his arm. In this way you continue your journey along the passage. Click here.