The thunder began far away but still loud enough to rouse Rye from a deep sleep. No lightning lit the sky with that unnatural flash of pink so he rolled over to sleep a bit more until his turn for watch came. Rye didn't even think to look around for Emery. She was either, a. here but quiet, or b. gone, either way, he was still alive and breathing. Sleep seemed soft and sweet, putting Rye in mind of a sweet feather bed. He dreamed he was snuggling with a warm, cuddly.... Water splashed on his face. Rye sat up to find a small rivulet of water had spouted from the normally dry wall. He thought the roar of the waterfall had grown louder. Leaping to his feet, Rye looked around frantically, just in time to see three spiders scuttling from the depths of the cave, ignoring him. A stream of water followed on their steps. One after another, they walked up the walls to the ceiling of the cavern, clinging and shaking as in fear.<br/><br/>Rye eased away from where they were, calling.<br/><br/>"Emery! Where are you? Watch out for the mutts."<br/><br/>With a blinding flash of pink, the sky lit up and the thunder boomed simultaneously. Rye covered his ears and ducked as if expecting the rocks to fall from the walls. The stream in the middle of the floor turned into a small river, flowing over the edge to join a second waterfall to the first.<br/><br/>Rye was in a panic.<br/><br/>"Emery!" he called, fumbling in his backpack for a rope. He didn't know where she was and couldn't wait much longer to escape this fishbowl. If he lived through this damn flashflood, he would never come back to this cave.