"Because I'm making it your problem," he admits, watching Michael get to his feet. Maybe it's being dickish because it's obvious he was trying to ground and center or something but Kyle can't help but drag Michael into his issues.

"There's not a single diary about the mystery of my family in there, or a book with hidden hundreds between the pages. I could read back home. What do you think about riding? Think you could manage?"

There was a stable there, and someone came often to check on them so no reason not to ride them, right?

Yet even as he says that, the panel under his foot goes from making a tapping sound to a cracking sound.

"Shit!"

He leapt off the sideboard instantly, positive he had cracked the wood. Instead a panel had been popped inward and off it's track, the wood not cracked but something not right either.

"Oh shit, what did I do?"