Chester got janked like a clown in a play - sometimes, maybe that was all he was. He looked at Lina up and down, then at the spot on the wall she was pointing too with such conviction. Then he looked back at her, then back at the spot, then back at her, and once again back at the spot, his face was blank, a slight frown. "Sure you're not going crazy?" He asked, genuinely curious, as he took another few drinks from the grog he recovered, still overjoyed about his discovery.

"I'm not seeing it. Is it a angle thing?" Chester asked, as he quickly grabbed the top of the shelf, hanging upside down in the little room. "Nope, not seeing it from here, either. He jumped down, and turned upside down, standing himself on his one hand. "... Really am not seeing it here, either." and in all of his different viewpoints, he kept drinking from his bottle, never spilling even a drop, as if the alcohol inside of the bottle was defying gravity.

"Hey, you OK?" Chester asked her, as he stood back up. "You want some?" He asked, offering her the bottle. "I thought you complained about it hurting." 


"And what noise?"