I disengaged and decided upon the only thing left to do. I notified the authorities and headed towards my destination. My nerves were shot, and I had half a mind to back out. The consequences, and more importantly, the rewards, kept me on track -- plus, I had a committment to keep
So I did what I had been set out to do. Once done, I headed back; only this time, which way would I go? It doesn't really matter now. Time has forgotten the details of such things, but I still remember.