Sophia stopped dead in her tracks and looked around. "Holy shit, you're right!" She exclaimed in surprise. Everything was bone dry without even a hint of the recent storm. Yet it was overcast and everything looked dull, almost gray. There was something else that was putting her off, but she couldn't place her finger on what. Still, natural phenomenons not doing what they should do was too much for her to handle.

"No," Sophia started off, more annoyed than anything. "Hell no. Fuck no. I can deal with tunnels with trap doors, but I am _not_, repeat, _not_ dealing with nature being fucky! We are going back in that cave, through that damn tunnel, and back out the cave again. And when we get back there had _better_ be a goddamn storm raging out here, or at least water left over from one." Saying so Sophia angrily marched back toward the mouth of the cave. She wasn't going to deal with any mumbo jumbo magic today. Real life was complicated enough. She didn't need some sort of Narnia crap going on.

Sophia turned a corner along the cliff face and suddenly let out an angry string of curses. "Tim!" She yelled for him. "The goddamn cave is gone!"