Snippet #2138901

Hazel blinked as Alan slowly recomposed himself. It was as though he were a bear waking from a hibernation; slow, readjusting to his own being. Was this what this place drove you to?
His hand on her shoulder brought her back.

"Yes," she responded after a few seconds of just staring back. "Yes, I'm alright. Thank you." It would be useless to ask how he was. Hazel had a feeling that she would already know the answer. She shifted her weight to her other foot, still uncomfortable in this darkness. "Although I think we should find our way out of this room."

The girl had no idea how they'd gotten there, as it was still too dark to see if there were exits. They'd have to relight the candle and continue searching. How many candles did they have? A sudden dropping feeling in the pit of her stomach came about when she thought of having to stay in this dreaded blackness for much longer. "Do you have a candle?"