"Elisa, should we head back?" The Papalarian, clutching the handle of the bullseye lantern with his short hands, positioned himself against the wall. His bean-like black eyes widened as he peered into the depths of the underground passage ahead, then spoke somewhat timidly.
What he had at hand was not as practical as a torch, but in their previous tumble, the torch was lost, an unfortunate event. He turned around, looking up at Elisa behind him. Our Miss Nightingale chuckled, teasingly, "Alright, Mr. Parker, what's your plan for going back then?"
"I thought you might have a way."
Elisa shook her head. Truthfully, even she didn't know how they ended up in this place. It seemed that during the earth-shaking turmoil, a flash of white light occurred before their eyes, and then they found themselves in this familiar underground corridor.
