[h2][color=lightblue]Dez Flores.[/color][/h2] 
From down below a sudden noise like a rock being tossed against one of the dirt walls echoed up to Dez’ ears. That noise confirmed that someone—or something was down there and needed help. If Luna was here she would have pushed him aside to find that person and aid them right away. She was not the adventurous type but her whole attitude changed when a person needed help. In fact, Dez was the one feeling a bit hesitant now that something had answered back. He wanted to say 'thanks' to the group that followed 'but now was a good time to head back and see how the party was holding up without him.' Unfortunately he could not turn his back especially since he had wanted to explore this place so badly, to run away at this moment would truly harm his pride. 

[b]“Hang on, we’re gonna get you out of there. Alright? My name’s Desmond, just hang tight.”[/b] He shouted into the clearing feeling absolutely ridiculous speaking to something he could not see but hopefully that was enough to bring some ounce of hope to the wounded.   

[b]“Guess this is where we parts ways again. I won’t ask anyone to help but if you feel inclined I wont stop you.”[/b] Feet began to descend onto the waning slope as he tossed an uneasy glance to the crew. [b]“Better make this quick. Wouldn’t want to spend the rest of the night trapped under here.”[/b] He said with a smirk before his form was enveloped by darkness and could no longer be seen.

Unlike the labyrinthine forest this tunnel held no intricate paths to lose one’s way, although the low hanging ceiling made Dez hunch over a little as not to bump his head occasionally. An eerie neon blue glow became stronger the further he traversed and an odd musky odor not like that of a regular cave permeated the murky air. Moisture lingered in the atmosphere causing condensation to form on Dez’ hairline, the weather in the cavern was dreadfully sticky and congested. Regardless the determined student pressed on passing by a medium boulder that had apparently fallen from overhead. Could this have been the previous noise that drew him here? 

Dez felt that this trip had been pointless and was about to speak when the ground shook with strange beaming sound coming from the space ahead. A double take drew Dez into the path that veered right into a round room holding a massive transparent crystal that glowed blue. [b]“What…is this thing?”[/b] He inquired with curiosity stepping forward to one of the crystals many points.  

[h2][color=lightblue]Luna Flores.[/color][/h2] 
Worry must have been plastered all over Luna’s delicate face as the man who had arrived late asked if she was feeling alright. With a slight turn of her head his way she half smiled and nodded, whispering back. “Of course, thanks for asking…I should be used to this by now.” Luna decided that this depressing trip was better dealt without silence and tried to carry on a conversation. 

“I thought my brother had bad luck but I am beginning to think it’s me.” A sigh followed her last word though the kind smile remained. “I am so sorry for getting everyone involved. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. What a dumb idea.” Luna’s bronze eyes were cast down to the ground ahead as two fingers swept back a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “So, tel—“ Inquisitive words were interrupted by Mr. Dobson taking an unexpected tumble. 

His leg had become entangled in a loose vine and his burly body tripped landing with a thud and a crack. A wince and a blood curdling yell followed the hard fall and Luna rushed over to the pain stricken man’s side. She didn’t major in medicine but anyone could tell that his leg was broken upon inspection. Even without lifting his pant leg the impression of his knee in the wrong location gave way to a dreadful conclusion.

“Logan, his leg…We need to find my brother. He’ll be able to help us get him back. Mr. Dobson.” Once again Luna’s words were interrupted by a grimacing police officer.  

“No, we’re all going to wait right here. “ He tried to say through agony. 

“Your radio doesn’t work and there are people nearby. They weren’t running away, they were curious—it’s a long story. I am not sure who’s drugs they belong to but we aren’t running either. You need help.” Luna said with persistence and somehow she managed to gain the cops trust. He knew that she was honest, something about her confirmed this thought and he remained quiet. She took this lull as a sign to move forward and looked to Logan before taking off, hoping he would follow.

“Dez? Where are you?” She loudly questioned while surveying the area. 

Moving gradually ahead a yellow object came into view and the fog cleared miraculously. With visibility unhindered anyone could spot a large sink hole, which she suspected her brother loomed below. There was no way she was going down there without affirmation that someone was already safely within. Uncertain she gazed over to the acquaintance, wondering what he thought.

“Logan, what do you think we should do?”