"I swear the walls are moving and squishing me," Alicia complained.
Rafaela snorted. "That's just your bulging tummy."
"Excuse me? I'm size twenty-four."
"Don't you mean thirty-four?" Rosie teased, and a ripple of laughter followed.
Only Pamela didn't laugh. Her fingers were slick with sweat, her gaze skittering from shadow to shadow, hunting any scrap of light.
A 400-millimeter-wide passage and a single torch per hand wasn't her idea of fun.
"You okay?" Silvia glanced back and squeezed Pamela's hand.
Pamela swallowed. "Y-yeah."
Silvia wanted to stop, to hug her best friend and wait until her breathing steadied, but she respected the front Pamela was putting up. Pamela wouldn't slow the group for her fear of tight, dark places. She'd rather endure it than become a burden.
Silvia's grip tightened. "Don't worry. This isn't real. It's a fantasy. A dream. A game."
Pamela inhaled, exhaled. "Y-yeah. You're right."
