[Caitlyn nods, treating Clara's plan, such as it is, with grave seriousness. It does help to have it said aloud.
Slowly but deliberately, she begins making her way down the steps, peering down the length of the rifle into the darkness past the edges of the torch beam, half-expecting something massive and flesh-eating to leap out at them. It's quiet, except for the steady drip of water that feels like it's echoing around the inside of her skull, putting her more on edge.
When she finally makes it to the bottom of the stairs, it's with a wave of relief that she sees the half-submerged but intact beacon. And there doesn't seem to be any lurking horrors in the room waiting to leap out at them, either.
She lowers the rifle.]
I think it's-- [She doesn't even finish her sentence before she feels something shift beneath her foot. With a sudden, sickening crack, the door at the top of the stairs slams shut.]
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Slowly but deliberately, she begins making her way down the steps, peering down the length of the rifle into the darkness past the edges of the torch beam, half-expecting something massive and flesh-eating to leap out at them. It's quiet, except for the steady drip of water that feels like it's echoing around the inside of her skull, putting her more on edge.
When she finally makes it to the bottom of the stairs, it's with a wave of relief that she sees the half-submerged but intact beacon. And there doesn't seem to be any lurking horrors in the room waiting to leap out at them, either.
She lowers the rifle.]
I think it's-- [She doesn't even finish her sentence before she feels something shift beneath her foot. With a sudden, sickening crack, the door at the top of the stairs slams shut.]