Each passage is much the same as all the previous passages; each fork in the broken stone corridors as unmemorable as the ones that came before it. Sunshine is growing thirsty, and longing for the sun, and it may be the presence of another person that has kept her calm.
Still, every so often, there are sounds. Some are easily identified - drips of water, the high-pitched squeaks of bats. But some... some make the hair on the back of Rae's neck stand up.
"Hey," she whispers, reaching out to touch Jemma's wrist lightly. "Stop for a moment. Listen."
Very faint, there is the semi-regular crunch of something hard impacting stone.
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Date: 2014-01-05 07:10 am (UTC)Still, every so often, there are sounds. Some are easily identified - drips of water, the high-pitched squeaks of bats. But some... some make the hair on the back of Rae's neck stand up.
"Hey," she whispers, reaching out to touch Jemma's wrist lightly. "Stop for a moment. Listen."
Very faint, there is the semi-regular crunch of something hard impacting stone.