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“I’m not sure which way to go,” Andrew admitted, peering down first one tunnel, then the next. The voices were still talking to him, trying to guide him, but it was muddy. He said as much to his friends.
“Yeah, it’s like there’s some interference,” Big Ron said.
Andrew had learned they all heard voices from time to time, although never as strongly as he did.
They stood huddled together in the faint unnatural light that illuminated the tunnels. They had left the basement hallways awhile ago and were now walking through much older tunnels. No one questioned where the light was coming from. Silently Andrew prayed that whatever was giving the light would not suddenly shut off, or they would drown in the darkness.
“So do we just guess?” Ty asked. “We can’t just stand here.”
Andre
