“Yeah. So many people have died… I feel almost numb to it now.” Aislin shook her head.
“I’ll never feel numb to it,” said Billie.
Aislin sympathetically reached for Billie’s hand.
“Hey, do you two remember the interior of the mine? Can you draw us a map or something?” asked Gavin.
“I remember a bit,” said Aislin.
“I can help. I spent days in there,” I offered.
Everett got up and went to the nearby kitchen, withdrawing from a drawer a pad of paper and pen. He placed it on the coffee table, and I knelt before it, recalling the layout from memory. “This is the entrance here. You know there’s a large communal space right by the entrance; that’s where everyone was fighting,” I began. “There’s a couple of tunnels branching off deeper inside. One of them leads to areas where some of m
