1822-05-22+-+James'+thoughts

Here we are, walking down the corridors of the Maynooth catacombs again. What excitement, it certainly gets my blood flowing. In all likelyhood, nothing's going to happen. We probably won't meet anyone and the whole thing will be no more exiting than visiting Stonehenge or something like that. But that's not what my nerves think. I can't stop looking around, trying to find anything that's out of place: that one thing that would give away an ambush or something like that. I mean if we are ambushed, we're as good as dead, but we aren't going to get ambushed.

Goodness, I should stop being so paranoid. I survived a whole tour in Spain and France. I can survive one afternoon in a church basement. What sort of things could be down here anyways? I should relax, have a bit of coffee or something like that. Maybe I'll count footsteps: 1, 2, 3, ... yes that helps ... 4, 5, 6 ...