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Ch.2- The Dark Pit

It was unbelievable. One minute he had been walking, shining his flashlight up to examine all the wondrous new Egyptian art and the next minute he was falling. Tintin had hit the bottom of the pit with a loud thunk and became dizzy for a few seconds. When he came to his senses he yelled up to Snowy who was standing far above him on the ledge. He hadn't gotten to say much when the giant rock covered the opening of the pit. He'd have to just trust that Snowy would find help.

Getting to his feet, Tintin was left to puzzle what exactly had happened.

I should've been paying more attention. He thought.

He realized that the Egyptians must have set a trap in the tomb, not wanting anyone to disturb it. It made sense, but now he had to find a way out. The pit was pitch black and the intrepid boy couldn't see his hand in front of his face. Feeling along the ground he searched for his missing flashlight. When he found it he tried turning it on. It flickered for a few moments, then the light went out.

"Well, this is a fine mess." Even when he mumbled his voice echoed.

Hitting the flashlight against his hand a few times it flickered on again and seemed as if it would be staying on this time. Tintin sighed a breath of relief and shown the light around him. It was dirt walls, but the floor was made of large stone tiles. He was lucky he'd landed on his rear end instead of his head. If he had, that would have been his demise.

Quickly dropping to his knees the reporter scrounged around for anything that could help him pry up a tile in hopes that he might find a tunnel leading out.

Not finding anything suitable for the job, the flashlight was his best shot.

It seemed he had to choose. It was either keep ongoing light, or hack up the tile.

The decision was made. The sound of breaking tile filled the tomb and the light flashed once and then was gone.