Vix awoke with a snort. Her head swam and the inside of her mouth tasted like sand. It felt like she had barely slept fifteen minutes. For all she knew, she may have; the darkness clinging to the passageway looked exactly as it had when she had drifted off.

She had no idea what time it was, or even whether it was tomorrow or still today. The unchanging limbo of the underground remained, just as it was when she had fallen asleep.

Vix shuddered, hating the cavernous passage even ...