Claus energetically approached the entrance of the ghost mine, Lucas slightly more cautious. He silently motioned to Lucas, drawing his attention to the nearby mine cart. Lucas reluctantly jumped into it behind Claus. They did not move. Claus teased Lucas, saying "Come on, Grandma! You have to push to get us started!" Lucas grudgingly got out and took one last fleeting gaze at the moon in hopes that the mine cart to a safe place and not into a pit. Claus sat impatiently in the cart, waiting for Lucas to start pushing. He glanced down at the bluebag slung around his shoulder over his white shirt that hung at his waist. He noticed it had a startling similarity to Claus's, the only difference about it being the color. Claus grew more impatient with Lucas and urged him to do it, pulling him out of his distracted state. He did. At first, he could not get it to move an inch. Then, with a creak and a loud snap, the rust that bound the wheel to the track broke and quickly crumbled away. Lucas groaned from the massive effort it took to move the surprisingly heavy object. Once he got it moving down the shaft, Claus turned around as Lucas chased the mine cart and grasped his hand, pulling him in on his head by accident. Lucas reoriented himself just in time as the cart quickly accelerated to an unfathomable speed. They zoomed through the mineshaft without any signs of a break in the tracks. Lucas, becoming frustrate, stood up in the cart in hopes that he could see what was ahead. As he peeked over Claus's head, he got a quick view of what was in front of them before being struck in the head by a rotten support beam. Lucas held back a near-uncontrollable flow of tears as Claus shouted in excitement. Lucas had little time to focus on crying, however, because just up ahead, the tracks broke at the edge of a crevasse, lit by the light of the outside. The twins flew through the air over the pit. Lucas could see the moon. He screamed as they started to fall short of the other side of the pit.