Don't follow in my footsteps...I run into walls

It's me, Peter. I guess Ben and I are kinda switching off making these posts. Anyway, Jordan and I went through first, and then we waited for Ben to come through after us.
We had materialized in a large throne room. It looked like all those classic medieval thrones you see in history books. Except the walls, which were made of solid steel. And there sat Gregory himself, sitting back in his chair, deep in thought.
 Then Ben dove through, an even-more disturbed expression on his face than when I'd last saw him.
"Bob Simmons was one of the ones Gregory trusted enough to give the cookie."
"That's insane." I said absent-minded. Then my logical brain connected the dots, "wait, you saw him?"
"Yeah, he was going for guards, why?"
"Because," I sighed, staring at the open portal, "that means he can come through any time during the next five minutes. And being that he can guess what's going on..." I let Ben finish.
"he probably will."
"Is that you, Benjamin?" Gregory called out from his throne.
"Ben, we've got to get out of here." I had considered it the unwritten rule that we would not talk to Gregory at all, but would flee for 36 hours and then get back to our mission of finding a way to stop him. This was made all the more urgent when I heard Bob Simmons might be coming through any moment.
That's why I was surprised when Ben replied, "Yeah, it's me. I've got to tell you something."
"Ben!" I whispered as loudly as I could, "We need to get out of here."
"What's the matter?" Ben asked.
"Follow me now."
Finally, he reluctantly followed me as Jordan and I rushed out of the room to the very sound of Bob Simmons shouting out orders.
"There's no time!" Jordan said as we reached a stairway. Don't know why he said it, exactly.  Must've gotten caught up in the heat of the moment.
Not sure of what was below, we ran up. The circular stairwell went on for what seemed like forever. We were all three out of breath when we threw the door open and found ourselves at the top of a castle turret. We were trapped. And what's more, we could hear Bob Simmons and his guards running up after us.
Ben slammed the door shut, but that would only buy us a few more seconds, at most.
"That's a river on that side." Jordan observed, "it's moving pretty quickly."
Ben looked at Jordan , "So?"
"And there's a rope." he pointed, then looked at me, "This may have been a bad start, but you'll do well. You're smart"
Then the door flew open to reveal Bob Simmons, but only for a moment. Jordan heroically threw himself at Bob, throwing him off balance, and over the turret's edge. They both when hurtling over and down, into the rocky waters below.
Ben looked at me, sad and confused.
"That just bought us the time we need to get out of here." I said.
"But what about Vanderdecken12? We've got to tell him!"
"No!" I objected. "Telling him will do nothing. We have to stop him at the root. Now grab the other end of the rope."
We each took an end of the rope and coiled it up, wrapping it around a pillar of the turret. In this method, slowing unraveling the rope, we managed to get off the turret before Bob's troops could get to us. We ran off into the misty air, in no particular direction. My only goal was to get 36 hours away from Bob...