CHAPTER 24Matt looked for another opening but found none. He’d known all along he wouldn’t find one. If another opening was anywhere, the bats would have found it.
Now he lay by the pool again with his arm over his face. As long as everything had to be black, he preferred his own. He was filled with anger and resentment. “It’s too much,” he said sullenly. “That opening was there. Been there hundreds, maybe thousands of years. Just when we get here, it has to fill up and bury us.”
“Maybe there’s another way out,” Spotty said. “I don’t trust bats.”
“No other way,” Matt said flatly. “It’s hopeless.”
“What a stupid time to feel hopeless,” Spotty said. “Now that we’re so close to getting out.”
“Might as well have been buried down in the squirmway,” Matt said. “We’re finished.” He realized
