Jason cries like a baby, and no-one blames him. Jean holds him tight, rocking him. All the kids' eyes are wide.
"Sir-" it's one of the little ones. "Sir-what about the monsters?"
"There aren't any," I say.
"There are," sobs Jason.
"No," I say. "Jason, listen. That place-the narrows-they play tricks on you, remember? They-" I look up, catch Frank's eye. He nods.
Frank Emerson-one thing about him, he can explain anything. Always had the highest pass rates in the school; he could make anything crystal clear and easy to understand. I've never been so grateful for that as now.
Hallucinations, Frank explains. It happened to Mr Forrester too, though not as badly because he didn't go as far in, wasn't so badly lost. Jeff and Mike are still in there somewhere, but there's nothing we can do. We can't go in there or we could end up lost as well. The best we can do is call them, shout down the narrows, hope they hear and find us that way.
The kids are wide-eyed. We're just leaving Jeff and Mike in there. Teachers don't do that, abandon their charges. But it's different now. The rules have changed. I used to despise people who said that too.
And so we try. In relays, groups of us, all through that night that is not a night, screaming ourselves hoarse.
But from the narrows, there isn't a sound.
Waking in the 'morning,' the mood's sullen and still, scared. We know they're dead. If they're lucky. My big fear was that we'd hear them but not be able to call them home. We'd have to listen to them dying slowly. At least it looks like they're doing that out of earshot.
Unless the things in the houses that don't exist got them.
Otherwise-we try not to think of them, still hopelessly lost, starving, dying by inches in there, wandering around.
As we are, will be. Jeff and Mike are just us in fast forward.
Jason has slept the night in Jean's comforting, maternal embrace. She releases him, comes over, leans against me.
I feel her weariness, her need, and I know I will sleep with her tonight.
We catch a bream. It's all we eat today. We've all lost weight; I've tightened my belt as far as I can, but my trousers still keep threatening to slip down.
We go to sleep still hungry.
No one goes near the narrows today.
Jean and I wait till the others are asleep. Then she crawls to me, takes my hand, draws me to my feet, and we head off to as quiet a part of the cavern as we can. There's little in the way of privacy here-we have a corner for purposes of nature, but even that's not very private. And we'd hardly go there. Inside one of the narrows might be private, but we'd fuck in the middle of a circle of the kids before we did that.
We kiss and fumble with each other's clothes. In the dark, I fondle the pale blurs of her breasts, rub at her cunt till it's wet enough to push my fingers inside. She moans into my neck, muffling her cries in my flesh, rubbing my cock. She moans with Anya's Polish accent.
We fuck on the gritty floor, taking turns on top. In flickers of chancy firelight, I see Anya looking down as she rides me.
I wonder if Jean sees Alan.
Our fragile, glass-brittle equilibrium, such as it is, shatters for good and all the next day.
At first it looks lucky. A dead bream bobs in the shallows when we wake, wafts to shore. An easy breakfast.
It's only later that Frank takes my arm.
"Paul, we've got a problem."
"What's that?"
For answer, he picks up the Geiger counter and walks towards the shore. I look round. Jean and the remaining ten children are further down, towards the top end of the cavern. We're up near the narrows; everyone else is, understandably, giving them the widest possible berth.
Frank switches the microphone on. A moment later, the Geiger counter begins to crackle and tick. Before he switches it off, it's risen almost to a screech.
"It's bad, isn't it?" I ask. Foolishly.
"You know it is." Frank nods towards the breach in the tunnel wall, the one we came through. "The radiation's seeping down here."
I sag. This doesn't end. It just doesn't end. "Oh shit."
"Yeah. Yeah."
"What can we do?"
"Get away from it," Frank says, simply. "Go deeper in. It's the only way."
I turn and look unwillingly at the narrows.
"Look-Paul. I know it's freaky in there. But if we just keep going-"
"Are you mad?"
"No. Look-most of the disorientation was about trying to find your way back. We won't be. We can survive: we know there's water in the narrows."
Water and what else, Frank? Low, crude houses? White things that flop and grunt and hiss in the water?
"We don't know where any of them go anyway," he says. "So we can't get lost as such. It's as good a chance as any of finding somewhere safer."
"What about… " I point back towards the breach in the wall. "We could head on down the canal."
"And go where?"
I shrug. "We don't know what else could be there. Might be something better than this place. And whatever you say about that-" I point at the narrows "-I don't want to go back in there. I know-" he opens his mouth "-it's not about what I want. But it's bad in there, Frank. You talk about it but you don't know what it's like."
"I've got an inkling," he said. "I heard what Jason said, like everyone else."
"That stuff, about the houses… "
He spreads his hands. "Let's not go there, mate."
"But that's the point. We'll have to."
"Alright. Maybe the houses were real. Maybe some people got trapped down here back in the day one time and had to rough it, or they were used for storage. Or something. Doesn't mean they've got something out of a midnight movie living in them."
I find myself wishing he hadn't put it into words. "I don't like the idea of putting the kids in there."
"I know." He chews his lip.
"If we tried the canal," I say, "at least we'd know where the hell we were."
"Yeah. Yeah."
In the end, a compromise is reached. Frank and two of the older boys-volunteers, one of whom is Jason Stanton, unsurprisingly up for anything that poses an alternative to the narrows-will head down the canal in one of the boats. I can see why Frank's reluctant-we spent hours-even days, it felt like-heading down the canal before we found the cavern, and that was sheer luck. By the time we give up and turn back, the radiation might've seeped so far down we can't get to the narrows at all.
But that's no loss to me; Frank doesn't understand. He can't. He hasn't been in there.
They row the boat off. Jean and I stay with the rest of the children and the Geiger counter. Frank told me what to look for. When the radiation gets too high, keep moving away from the water's edge, and if you have to, head into the narrows.
I'll die first, I think.
The plash of oars recedes. Long silence falls. Jean sits beside me. We haven't spoken since we fucked last night. Don't know what to say to each other. I try to pretend it didn't happen. I saw Anya while I fucked her. I'll call it a dream. In this blurred twilight place that comes easy.
"Do you think they'll find anything?" she asks at last. Perhaps she's made the same decision as me.
"I hope so." But I doubt it. It's almost as if Frank wants to go into the narrows. Maybe he does, because he never has; he wants to experience it for himself.
That's crazy, I tell myself. But we'd all be crazy not to be crazy, in one way or another, down here. I know my own madness pretty damn well by now. But Frank's? He seems so together, so calm and controlled. But that could only make him the craziest one of all, just waiting to-