Prologue:
"Over here, over here!" The man bellowed as loud as he could.
"Keep your trap shut, you, could cause an avalanche!" the stout woman who reeked of perform shouted back.
"It's a cave thingy… not a mountain." Carla said as she moved closer to where the man was.
He was young, with a rather large beer belly and his shirt was much too tight.
"I think he's hurt."
She made her way towards him with her iphone flashlight, cursing the idiot tour guide who said this was a great way to spend a rainy day and cursing herself for being stupid enough to enter into the catacombs.
She passed a skull on the make shift shelf in the wall and eyed it as if to say don't you dare.
"It's him, this guy...oh wait he's moving now." The beer-bellied man said.
"Yes well, I were only not moving because this one fell on me!" The man snapped in an all too familiar nasal voice.
"Still mate, I think you're bleeding."
The man moaned a bit and then sucked in a breath, she could hear his pain.
"It's okay," she said, assuming her ears were just playing out an old obsession rather than identifying correctly.
"Where are you hurt?" She asked, bending towards the man, being the old one who seemed sane or over 21 in the crowd - the latter fact one she did not enjoy - she removed her beautiful silk scarf and hoped to help.
"Me arm, but it's fine…" He trailed off with a yelp as she grabbed it. He was indeed bleeding.
"Carla?" The man said, half shock, half hope.
"No flaming way." She muttered, seeing Liam in front of her.