It never did. The rumbling eventually ceased, and a sepulchral silence fell upon the dark cave that would be his tomb. ‘Fitting.’ He looked over the lip of the cave into the blackness below. The fire from the digging machine had nearly tuckered itself out, and an irrational part of Handy’s mind reasoned that at least that meant Warm would probably not burn to death. He shook that thought from his mind as he realised just how far down that drop was. If Warm was alive, he’d have heard something by now.