SHE'S GOT HER EYE ON YOU, BOO. NO GHOSTY BUSINESS, GOT IT?!
Henry's voice booms down the tunnel, echoing hauntingly over their footsteps.
"Whoa. Wild acoustics in here," Heather comments quietly as they follow Tricia's lead down the dark tunnel... which opens up into a much brighter subchamber, one encrusted with gleaming opalescent surfaces that turn the space into a veritable funhouse of deceptive reflections.
Much to Heather's disappointment, Snitter is not parked in front of any of them, bobbling at his own reflection... but a faint, distant squawk echoes back at them from somewhere ahead.
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Henry's voice booms down the tunnel, echoing hauntingly over their footsteps.
"Whoa. Wild acoustics in here," Heather comments quietly as they follow Tricia's lead down the dark tunnel... which opens up into a much brighter subchamber, one encrusted with gleaming opalescent surfaces that turn the space into a veritable funhouse of deceptive reflections.
Much to Heather's disappointment, Snitter is not parked in front of any of them, bobbling at his own reflection... but a faint, distant squawk echoes back at them from somewhere ahead.
"--that was him! ... I think!"