My brain was thinking of waffles. Maybe because when I hit whatever I hit, it made little waffle dents in my head. Too bad my mining hat flew off just before I hit the wall. I could still hear that Bong! going on in my head. I sat up and groped around in the dark. Cold rocks. Cold rails. Ice. Ice. Ice. “Zeek?” I said. “Uggo?” he groaned. “Is that you?” Yeah, Zeek, the funnyman. Flink! A light went on about twenty feet away. It was Zeek’s headlamp. Then it began to flicker. “Your light’s going out,” I said. “I’ll try to find mine.” In the dim glow I could see that we were in a big icy cavern. The mining car—and Uggo—were nowhere in sight. The car must have pushed Zeek out of the way and thrown me in the air. The rails ended behind me at the wall I was smushed against. Zeek got up, wiggled, checked his arms and legs, and started along the tracks over to me. Just as I found my mining hat on the ground, something happened. I heard some rocks sliding and scraping.
