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feature now was its neat perfect
size that continuously held without altering, but not from moving
downwards now, making it resemble a mine but far more expertly
constructed than that, as though built to last a long time like a
sewer.
    Bryson even wondered if people had found
gold or other precious metal there, in a great amount, and had gone
out of their way to cover it up, making sure nobody heard of
it.
    Occasionally he had watched Mitchell and his
men examine the ground and mud for anything of value!
    Webs shrouded the roof and corners about it
again and occasionally they had to wave scraping them away from
them, while the radiance from the lights made insects scurry away,
especially when they saw them.
    The builders must have known where all the
rock had been as they avoided going through areas where it was not
there, and must have been able to check for miles where it had been
before building it, and he wondered what they would have done if
there had not been any rock there as the tunnel would have
collapsed if it had not been built in it, and they surely would
have needed something to hold it all up.
    Large tree roots had been sliced off and
their lower areas were gone and some had grown again in places, and
they had to walk around them, and the amount of mud increased and
the tunnel started to lose shape in places where it sagged, and
small collapses of the roof and sides appeared and they started to
worry about not being able to reach their destination.
    The tunnel went endlessly on into the
distance turning in different directions, through nothing but the
upper wood, and Bryson marched off into it preparing himself for
what they might meet with, and wondering if it had collapsed if
they could go back and follow its direction from the outside in the
morning.
    He was sure that they had compasses in their
equipment and knew the general direction anyway, but could they
accurately find the place if it was buried away deep in the wood,
if it actually led there anyway.
    His thoughts went to the wood again and its
strange eerie confines and he wondered what normal animals actually
existed there during the day, and how they survived.
    What dangers could the wood hold? Did it
have only something of an incomprehensible nature existing in its
darkness?
    All the significations of it were startling!
The other day he had mostly not believed that it could be there
never mind there being a tunnel going under it.
    The journey kept giving him feelings of how
absurd it was with it going so far into it. The direction and his
perspective of where they were had altered so much he was positive
that if they had to turn back that he personally could not find
where it led to in the above wood.
    At times it seemed like some of the others
were there just to handle a fantasy situation more than
anything!
    “ Want one? ” Merton moaned, handing the
cigarettes out again, puffing out smoke everywhere, and they all
slowed and he took a break from the endless routine.
    Mitchell removed his phone like it was a
communicator and silently started trying to contact someone, and
when he could not he tried to contact other places, and look
surprised at it again.
    “ This
place must be the only place in northern hemisphere you can’t get a
signal?” he joked, putting it firmly away.
    He stood
trying to grasp the situation, and what was there.
    “ There
has to be something blocking the signal ...” Mortimer continued,
with his investigation of the phenomenon. “It has to be pretty
powerful too ...”
    “ What
has to be powerful?” he asked, still investigating their paranormal
investigation and nature, not fully grasping something.
    Mortimer never
replied and Mitchell ignored him.
    “ What
the hell is out here?” Mitchell muttered to himself later, with a
worried glare, and rubbed his fingers over the perfectly flat
smooth tunnel wall.
    “ At this
rate we’ll be spending the night here after all!” Mortimer replied,
with his professional