When they received no answer, they brought lights. Not the dim blue lanterns that might never have revealed my hiding place here, buried under all this blackness, but the sharp yellow lances of flashlights. They swept back and forth, pendulums of light. Even with the flashlights, they didn’t find me until the third search of the room. Why couldn’t they leave me alone? When the flashlight’s beam finally disinterred me, there was a gasp of relief. “I found her! Tell the others to get back inside! She’s in here after all!” I knew the voice, but I didn’t put a name to it. Just another monster.
Poor Wanderer
