"Yeah, I-"<br/><br/>The board snapped and Adamar fell through to the basement with a shout.<br/><br/>"ADAMAR!" Frantic, Jason abandoned caution, nearly falling in himself as he leaned over the edge and shone his flashlight down, trying to find his friend by its light. It could not have been too long a fall, he could see bits of the floor below but the particular place Adamar had fallen was blocked from Jason's view by debris. "Are you okay? Say something!" He waited for a response - if one didn't come he was going to do his best to climb down along the rotted wall, an effort that would (in success or failure) result in him getting to his friend.<br/><br/>Wherever Adamar was - and whatever might be there with him - Jason was too worried about his friend to take stock of the features of this basement, such as how large it was or how many ways in or out there were.<br/><br/>In the entryway behind Jason, where the two had come in, dust began to leave two of the picture frames, pouring down onto the floor like sand might. Jason never turned around to notice this...