Thrusting my hands out before me, I make a flying leap at her. Trying to grab onto her. But I’m not even close. I go to the opening in the floor and see immediately that she stepped on a wood panel that rotted out long ago. Her fall was no more than nine or ten feet, but that’s enough of a vertical distance to do some serious damage to the human body, especially if she were to fall on her head. In this case, she’s shining the Maglite up at me from where she lies inside a thick wood coffin, directly on top of the remains it contains. The now destroyed wood lid that belonged to the coffin broke her fall, as if she fell directly onto a cushion of balsa wood and air.
“You okay?” I ask. “You must have fallen into a sub-chamber.” I take a further look around the room that meas
