groaned Tony. “That wasn’t nearly as fun as Splash Mountain!” He picked himself up from the wet floor of the cave, rubbing his backside. “No kidding,” moaned Petra. She moved out of the shadows into the dim, watery light that seemed to be leaking from behind a mess of rubble somewhere above her head. “I feel like a goldfish that just got flushed down the toilet. Are you okay, Craig?” There was a rattle of loose rock and then a splash as Craig slid down from on top of a boulder and dropped into the puddle beside them. “I’m okay,” he said. “Soggy, and a little banged up, but still in one piece. How about you, Shawn?” No answer. “Shawn?” They peered into the recesses of the cave, waiting for one of the shadows to shift and morph into a slim, sandy-haired boy. But no figure emerged from the darkness. “Oh, no…” whispered Petra. “Shawn!” Craig called again, in alarm. His voice echoed weirdly off of the stone walls. A tall, slim figure staggered out from behind a column of rock.
