"Samuel!" Mrs. Johnson called out as she chased after him, "I'll go with you!"
"I'm coming too!"
Tasha Moore, who had been silently trailing behind, finally spoke up. She jogged to catch up with Samuel Johnson and volunteered, "I'll help as well. Miss Amanda is in this situation because of me. Maybe I'll remember some of the way if I go."
Samuel Johnson gave her a faint glance. Tasha felt nervous under his gaze and smiled awkwardly. Samuel gave a slight nod and then said, "To be honest, I don't believe what you say."
"..." Tasha's smile froze.
"...But having you along might actually be useful," he said as he glanced at his watch and walked towards the door. "If you dare play any tricks, I have ways to deal with you."