The tunnels were dark, damp, and cold. Everyone stumbled over each other, complaining when people stepped on their feet. At one point I fell face first on the ground. I'm pretty sure I have dirt smudges on my face now.

Steph dropped her glasses and they broke. I felt bad for my friend, having to walk down here without her glasses. That would suck. Really bad.

"Listen, guys." Brand said to gain our attention. "Listen, guys. I'm the oldest, so I'm in charge. First of all--"

"--Data, do you have a light?" Mikey asked, cutting off Brand and going to the Chinese boy.

Brand pulled Data away from Mikey, "I said I was in charge. Data, do you have a light?"

"A light." Data said blankly, then, as if struck by realization, he said, "Sure, guys! Back up. Back up." Data went to stand in front of the crowd as I stepped back. He pulled a string and opened his jacket up, "Bully Blinders!" He exclaimed as two lights on either side of him popped up.

I was instantly blinded.

There were complaints of the brightness coming from everyone, but Data was oblivious. He was telling us a story as he slowly walked backwards, the light still in our faces. We stumbled after him.

"One day," Data began, "I was walking home with this thing, and a couple of big guys stopped me--" I couldn't hear the rest of Data's story as I fell on my face. Again. I knocked someone else down with me, I didn't know who it was 'till I heard his familiar voice go 'ow'.

"Sorry, Mikey." I said as I stood up. I was just about to help him up, when someone tripped over me, knocking me back down.

"Ow." Both Mouth and I said at the same time.

"What are you saying 'ow' about? You're the one who fell on me!" I yelled in aggravation. "Get off of me!" I pushed him off rather violently.

"Come on, Data, turn it off!" I heard Mikey yell, who apparently stood up already.

That's when Data's lights faded out. "Oh, Data." Data said, "The only problem is, the batteries don't last so long, guys."

I laughed in delight. I could see again!

"Guys," Mikey said, "There's a light up ahead. Maybe we can get out that way. Let's go."

We all followed after him, into an opening filled with pipes hanging from the dirt ceiling. We got the kerosene lamp to light.

"I can't see. Mouth, your father's a plumber. What are these pipes all about?" Steph asked, squinting her glass less eyes.

Mouth looked around. "These look like water pipes, guys. Gas pipes. Drainage. Maybe-- Wait a minute, guys! Shut up for a minute!" Everyone turned to him. "Okay, look it, these pipes must lead to a building or something. A foundation. So maybe if we bang on them hard enough, if we make enough noise...."

Mouth didn't need to say anything else. I went to the closest pipe to me and started to shake it as much as possible. I realized this could mess a few things up, but I wanted out of here before I went 6 feet under, I was more than likely way past 6 feet....but you get the point. Everyone was shouting and banging on the pipes.

It was chaos. And, dare I say, a little fun.

Some of the pipes started to break, water leaking out and making weird sounds. And not long after began shaking on their own. Everyone stopped to watch.

"That can't be good." I said, stating the obvious.

"Reverse pressure!" Mouth shouted loudly.

"Let's-"

"Get outta-"

"Here-"

"Like now!"

"Whatever you say!"

A pipe completely broke, water shot out of the end opening up a hole in the dirt wall. I was sprayed in the face. Mouth tried to block the water with a jacket, but the pressure was too hard. I covered my face with my hands, as I backed away and we began going through the hole.

Data went first and I was right after him. I wiped my muddy hands off on my old green t-shirt, moving my damp hair out of my face.

"A lantern! Look you guys!" Mikey exclaimed as I followed after him. "Somebody must have been here before us."

"For some reason that makes me feel worse." I mumbled to myself.

"Maybe they're still here!" Data said almost enthusiastically.

"And that didn't help."

"I hope not." Said Steph.

"Hey, look at these cigarettes." Mouth said grabbing my attention. He was holding up an old pack of cigarettes.

I slapped his hand, "Drop those."

We all stepped out of the way so Andy could get through. She seemed hysterical, she was talking to herself, holding onto the wall as she walked. "Ten minutes ago, Troy was looking down my shirt. Who cares?" She said. "There's nothing wrong with that! If I'd been smart, he'd still be looking down my shirt."

"Guy's, listen to her." Brand told us.

"She's lost it." I decided. "We might have to put her in a Loony Bin." Data slapped my arm. I looked to him and shrugged.

"What's wrong with her?" Data asked.

I hummed, "I don't know. Maybe it's because she's stuck underground with a bunch of kids?" I asked sarcastically.

"Andy," Brand tried, "It's okay." She didn't seem to hear as she kept walking, holding onto the wall.

"I should have let him look at my body. I have a beautiful body. Don't I have a beautiful body?" She asked.

"You've got a great body." Brand said. She didn't notice, though.

"I have a beautiful body. And how many more years do I have before I get all fat, before my hair falls out? Before I look like him?" She pointed to something ahead. I had to look around her to see.

It was a dead body, well, more like a skeleton. A really old dead body. The hair that was left was all stringy and beetle's crawled on it's face. The worst thing was there was a huge boulder on the skeleton, as if it had fallen from the ceiling.

My scream got caught in my throat. I starred, paralyzed. I had never seen a dead body before. I knew I should scream, everyone else was, but I couldn't get my throat to work. It's like it was stuffed with something.

When I realized I wasn't breathing I began to panic. I stumbled back into the person behind me. I turned around and buried my head into Mouth's shoulder, heaving for air I had been keeping out.

When I could breathe again, we went over to Brand and the rest of the guys who were inspecting the body. Idiots. I stood behind them.

"Look at him." Brand said.

"No thank you." I said curtly, starring at the ground.

"Don't touch it, guys." Data warned.

Brand barely trailed his hand along the skull. I grimaced.

"He's dead for sure." I looked at him like he was crazy. You don't say? "I--I think he's Mr. Chester Copperpot." Data mentioned.

"Who?" Everyone asked.

"Don't you guys remember? From the attic? The news article? See, they said the last guy who went looking for the rich stuff, they said he went in but never came out. But, see, that was back in 1935." My heart began to beat faster as Data spoke, I walked over to Mikey on the other side and sat by him. "Oh, God. If he didn't make it out, and he was an expert, what about us, guys? How are we gonna get out of here, huh?" I started to panic again.

"We can't be sure it's Chester Copperpot." Mikey said.

I wanted to believe it wasn't him, but I somehow knew it was.

"I know it's him! I know! I read the article!"

"I bet his I.D. is in his wallet. Mouth, get his wallet." Brand ordered. I noticed Mikey already had something, though.

He pulled out an old baseball card. "Lou Gehrig?"

"You get it, Mikey!" Mouth shouted.

"Mikey, get it." Brand said.

Mikey pulled out the wallet and opened it, looking inside. And as if our lives were doomed, he said, "It is Chester Copperpot."

He showed me, "Great." I squeaked out. "We're going to die." Then I looked to the boulder on Chester's skeleton. "Probably painfully, too."

Then he showed the guys.

"Oh, God. Come on." Brand whined.

"You see? I told you." Data said.

Mouth said, "We're gonna get killed too."

How did this happen? Just about an hour ago we were in that stupid old restaurant. My only worry was having to move out of Astoria and to Detroit. Now, I had a very real threat on my life. And who knows what those murderers were doing. Or if Chuck was okay. Oh, God. Chuck. One of my closest friends. Had the Fratellis found him? Had he found the police? My brain was going a million miles per second. Just then, another question came to mind. Where did this huge boulder come from? It had a broken chain on the top, like it had come from the ceiling.

"Hey, look at this." Mikey said. "Candles."

"Great! Let me have them." Data said, taking them from Mikey. Data got up and started to walk off.

"Where are you going?" Mikey and I asked at the same time.

"I'm setting booty traps."

"Booby traps." Mikey corrected.

"That's what I said! I'm setting booby traps in case of anybody following us....like the Fratellis so we can hear them coming."

"Great idea." I said numbly. I looked back to the skeleton, taking in more of the details. Like the discolored part of the bones. I'm pretty sure it was just my imagination, but was that a piece of skin? I gulped, "You know what, I think I'll join you, Data."