“Hey!” he called up, but his only response was the dimming of the light above from a blaze to a faint glimmer as the stone was slammed over the entrance, leaving only a thin wisp of light into the depths. Spike sighed and sat back against the wall. So much for appealing to Ember’s reason, he grouched as he studied what little of the ground he made out in the darkness before his dark vision kicked in. He picked up a rock and rolled it between two claws before flicking it up into the air and waiting to see it fall, unable to get the sight of Handy falling out of his head.