Penny had heard about underground tunnels in San Francisco at school a few years earlier and had been briefly interested in them. The rumors about an abandoned underground military base and a colony of aliens supposedly right beneath the city had captured her imagination, but the truth turned out to be a great deal less fantastic. There were service tunnels for utility workers; gas, water, and sewer lines; and floodwater channels.
She supposed even tiny little Dogwood must have something similar, if on a much smaller scale.
The tunnel was narrow, dark, smelly. Weak light shone down from the opening, and she used it to put on her robe, pulling the hood down as low over her face as she could and still see where she was walking.
Sounds echoed to her, splashing footfalls, grunts of effor
