Roots burst through the walls of the never-ending hole to catch us. Eventually.

The combination of One's and Ica's roots tunneled the dark expanse rapidly, and I let them lead since I didn't want to ride the hasty hell train to the center of the Earth.

I wished all those times Tram had sped through earth and concrete with me, that I had the know-how to help him. We could've timed ourselves and made it a race if we hadn't been trying to save the world all the time. ...