Chapter 58Time had stopped dead.
That was what it felt like in the temple in Herculaneum. Time might have been rocketing past just as fast as before in the outside world, propelling Jonah and Stanza into the future, but the mud under which they were buried seemed to be timeless.
"Jonah?" At least he could still hear Stanza and feel her hands holding onto his own. "Are you still okay?"
Now, if they could just see each other...or see anything at all. No light could penetrate the dozens of feet of solidified mud above them. As ghosts, they were immune to the pressure of geology and could open their eyes and look around all they wanted...but all they saw in every direction was pitch darkness.
"I'm fine," said Jonah. "How about you?"
"Not big on being buried alive," said Stanza. "Ev
