"Don't come any further."

It's a girl's voice, quavering and low. Reid can feel the fear radiating toward him, almost smell it in the cool and damp of the cave. It is so dark inside, his eyes still tuned to the sunny morning, he is forced to wait out the adjustment, all the while hating how vulnerable it makes him and refusing to back off at the same time.

There is a whisper of cloth, the sound of a shoe grinding over dirt and rock. A thin channel of light ...