The splash into the cold water entirely cleared Tim’s head. “Fuck, what the hell were those things? Actually, there is no time to worry about that. Everyone get to shore. We need to find a way back to Cal as soon as we can.” Tim swam to the bank and looked around. Everyone was accounted for. He looked around the room briefly. It still glowed like the previous rooms but was full of passageways.


    “John, any guess on how to get us back?” Tim figured the spelunker likely had the best sense of direction down here.


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    “It’s probably one of those three. They look to slope up.” John pointed to three tunnel entrances near them.


    “Well, pick one. We’ve got company.” Stan shouted.


    “The middle one.” Tim had no idea if he was right, but it was time to make a decision, so he did.