pancake, hunched over, scurries along the tunnel. he reaches the remnants of a large rock, where the tunnel grows smaller.
music once again muffled. pancake has reached a little led- displaying timer with leads trailing off of it.
pancake now has a mini-mag light clenched between his teeth, aimed down at the timer. he opens the phillips head on his leatherman but abruptly stops and stares off into space.
quiet here as well, now. pancake's moan trails off to nothing. he relaxes. the moment, whatever it was, has passed.
pancake is in full panicked awkward flight as--