The sound of cracking rock could be heard at every corner of the now completely dark cave. Lines of fissures ran down the walls slowly extending into branches as the fragile structure slowly gave in to pressure. The lines grew with time, stone and sand breaking off from the walls and ceiling.
Dust from the top of the cave dropped, falling directly on Elaine's face. Her eyelids fluttered slightly at the disturbance.
The dust kept on dropping and soon enough she could no longer remain unconscious. Her eyes slowly opened as she absentmindedly rubbed the dust off her face.
It took her a while to fully regain consciousness. And immediately she did, waves of memories detailing Lain's experiences in the last few hours flowed into her consciousness.
It wasn't anything special at first. But her eyes widened when she saw Lain enter the cave. The entire sequence seemed like a fever dream.
