There was a long, jagged tear in the rock face from ceiling to floor, some ancient movement of the earth shearing the stone asunder. If he squeezed himself through, emphasis on squeeze, he could probably push through it while walking sideways. To be fair, he’d be grateful of the additional support — no way was he staying on his two legs right now. He took a deep breath. Looking back in the darkness, he could barely make out the white of Joachim’s head. He shuddered — there was a chill coming from the fissure.