Trapped with a Well Known Stranger

Not my problem.

I sat next to the furnace, watching the flames dance and waiting for the Iron Etho had gathered to smelt. I'm glad we have him. Safety in numbers... I thought. I looked at the furnace and my stomach growled. I'm glad I gave my bread to Jenna. She needed it more than me.

A high-pitched scream broke out on the other side of the wall. Jenna. I raced into the next little room we had built for the beds.

I saw Etho sitting up in his bed, in a layer of sweat shining in the soft torch light. Jenna was on the other side of the room, sleeping peacefully. Heavy sleeper much?

"What's so terrifying, Redstone boy?" I smiled slightly, leaning in the door frame. "It's nothing..." he shook his head. "Nothing doesn't make you scream." I raised and eyebrow.

"Can't you just mind your own business?" Etho rolled his eyes. "You're right. Not my problem..." I shrugged. I didn't bother with going to the next room with my furnace, I simply continued to stand in the door frame, like a creeper.