He stood, angry and shaking, on the cave floor. “If I ever get my hands on the ones responsible for this...” He didn’t finish the sentence as he fumbled in his pocket for his handkerchief and mopped his sweating face. Walters had indicated a tunnel that would lead out the backside of the cliffs along the canyons, and Alayne had helped Kyle float several students through the tunnel in a daze. Marysa. Gone. Those were the only words that seemed capable of breaking her mental fog. What was she going to do? Kyle transported Brydgett Lynn on the water cushion now, hefting the element gently through the tunnel. Alayne walked in front of Brydgett and Kyle and told him where rocks and steps were as she stumbled over them. “What are we going to do, Kyle?” Alayne’s voice shook; she couldn’t control her emotions. “You’ll have to take the rest of them back yourself and then send help as soon as you get there.
