He's greeted by the same particular brand of darkness they've experienced all through the night. It's accompanied by the sweet scent of yucca flowers and a breath of cold, dry air, clean and crisp.
Alex's heart is still pounding from the start. "Well?"
"Thank God. Let's get out of here." She's trying not to worry about how this wild ride will end, if they'll ever find their way home. She's also trying not to think about Gene, sitting there, waiting for her to come back and worrying about when she didn't.
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Date: 2014-01-01 06:43 pm (UTC)Alex's heart is still pounding from the start. "Well?"
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Date: 2014-01-01 06:45 pm (UTC)"This is definitely the way out." He turns back to look at her. "At night, a dry place, and a smell of flowers, though not one I recognise."
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Date: 2014-01-01 06:50 pm (UTC)She takes his hand as she kneels, and goes down on all fours, crawling into the darkness. This had to be another step closer.