The ground stopped shuddering and returned to its rightful place. Smoke still filled the air, but now it just hung there. All Casper could hear was his own coughing and the short, determined breaths of Anemonie Blight somewhere nearby. “Well, I think that was a success,” said Lamp, from somewhere...
“Morning, Casper,” yawned Lamp. “Is it?” Casper’s head throbbed when he opened his eyes, so he closed them again. The cellar light had stayed on since Jean-Claude left and with no window, it was impossible to keep track of time. “Well, it’s breakfast time, and breakfast happens in the morning, so...