Gill stood there. Dientz was right. Completely right. Nothing that could sing like that was remotely human or remotely sane. Yet, she was compelled to follow that voice, to seek it out, to see what could possibly be making it. “Then wait here because I’m going.”
“No! No! You can’t…you can’t go in there! You can’t leave me alone!”
“Then come with me,” Gill said.
The tunnel led up to a pump house. There was nothing else up there but a lot of rudimentary tunnels the engineers had never finished, some old and unsafe cave networks.
Dientz was shaking so badly he thought he might fall out of his suit. “I’m calling Sarrasin! You’re out of your f*****g head! I’m calling him! You hear me? I’m calling him!”
“So call him,” Gill said and slipped into the tunnel.
The blackness swallowed her and t
