As much as Sophia wanted to vent her frustration, she knew she had to calm down. She took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then let it out. "Alright," she said, feeling calmer now. "We can't panic. Panicking never helps. We have to go back to base. Find someone to talk to." For a moment Sophia looked around, her thoughts drifting back to the wrongness of it all. She shook her head vigorously. She had to stay calm. She couldn't freak out.

Approaching Tim she grabbed his hands to stop him from tugging at his hair. "It'll be ok," Sophia said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "We'll work out what happened. Whatever it is that happened. Perhaps we were down there longer than we thought, giving the land time to dry out some. Maybe that cave is worked by a series of trap doors and we happened to trigger it. Whatever it is, it's not that important. Let's just get to the car and go home." But despite her attempts to reassure Tim and convince herself that everything would be ok, a part of Sophia--the part that had immersed itself in books and games for years--knew that there was definitely something going on. She tried not to act like it, however, as they began trudging back up the service road that led to the top of the cliff. At least that was where it should be.