When the popes came back, the first thing that they did was surround me.
They didn't even give me a chance to say anything as they completely surrounded me.
Then after surrounding me, the two of them started looking up and down over my body as if they were searching for something.
But what they were doing was just making sure that I wasn't injured.
With the way that they looked me up and down, they were like parents that were looking after their children after something traumatic happened.
Though from what I could see, the way that they looked at me seemed a bit more intimate than that. It almost seemed like the way that my wives would look at me after I came back from something dangerous.
I really didn't want to see two old men looking at me like this…
With a cough, I interrupted them while they were still looking at me and said, "What happened? How did I fall down and get trapped in that place?"
