The old lady slammed the window shut so we didn’t suffocate in the tunnel. By its mouth, the commander and The Wrinkle were mostly mist now. Mister Binns, inhaling everything, his huge face, white beard and all, rising out of the smoke, a pillar of circle and square. Suddenly, the light of the cavern disappeared behind us and we were in darkness. The volume control on the crunching and panting was turned right up. I thought I could hear the high, thin voice of the old lady somewhere. I felt her hand on my arm, cold and scared. I reached out and found her other hand and we squeezed.
It wouldn’t be long now. Not at this speed. But the darkness just went on and on and on.
Then I remembered something – something that was holding everything up. Something that meant that there was no way to ca
