They paused at the entrance to the kitchen. “Benchley?” Ford ran a shaky hand through his wavy brown hair. “Benchley, are you here, man?” “It appears not,” Jason said unnecessarily. Kendra pointed to one of the two sunken wells. “Oh, my God.” Ford glared at her. “What now?” “Do you not hear the dripping?” “Dripping?” Jason started toward the well, then suddenly flung out an arm. “Stay back!” “What?” Kendra breathed. “What is it?” “This is no prank. Ford, fetch Colin now!”
