The intensity of the scene had Owen's mind scrabbled and hazy. In that moment all he knew was that he needed to keep Ginny and their children safe. His panic had turned into adrenaline, and though he probably would have been able to get home, Ginny was still healing from childbirth. There was no way to get all four of them back home without something awful happening.
Owen and Ginny always worked as a team, and when she called the shots Owen didn't even bat an eye. He retraced his footsteps to find Ginny hunched over a chain that intertwined what looked like cellar doors. Owen had no perception of where they were in town, but within moments he had handed little Wren down to his wife and was frantically trying to close the door behind them. A gust of wind, quickly followed by a suffocating amount of sand, snapped the door open and caused Owen to twist his arm at an awkward angle. He paid no mind the pain before putting all his strength into one last triumphant tug. The deafening noise was just slightly muted now, and some sand drizzled in the sides of the poorly constructed entrance.
Owen turned around to face Ginny, despite the fact that he couldn't even see his own fingers. A cough escaped him, his body now realizing how dry and exhausted it was. His arm throbbed in pain. Owen shook his head, ignoring his physical woes and searched in his pockets for a match. He knew that he had a couple on him somewhere. "I don't know..." he finally said in response to his wife. "Your guess is just as good as mine. This whole town has more secrets than I can even count." With that comment Owen finally found his matches and lit one.
The light was so dim that he could just barely see a foot or so in front of him. Owen shook his head again. This wasn't going to work. He would run out of matches in a half hour, tops. Owen looked around for a moment, trying to find something to make a light in. With great amounts of luck, something that Owen possessed, he found an old lantern on a nail. Carefully he lit the lantern, then he turn around to face Ginny once again. "At least we have this," he said with a weak smile. His eyes traced down what looked like a long corridor. Owen made a face, concerned about the safety of this place. "Looks like a tunnel," he said.