Wish
With all four flashlights, it’s easy to see each other.
“These tunnels are very old,” he begins walking and unconsciously, I fall into step beside him, Quill and Beth behind us. “They connect all the islands together.”
“Wait,” I give him a sharp look. “Are we under the lake?”
He nods. “These tunnels were made eons ago. Nobody knows when. There are rumors that a library used to exist along the same time the tunnels were created, but nobody ever found one.”
His one hand is in his pocket and his posture is lazy, as if he’s done these many times.