"Nigel!" Sydney reached out and grabbed at Nigel's arm, yanking him back as soon as she felt material under her hand. Nigel stumbled into her, and they both turned from the sudden tumble of rocks and dirt, arms over their heads.

In the sudden quiet that followed, Sydney and Nigel turned to see what they were facing and found that they couldn't see a thing. The cave in, a result of nearby demolition on a castle nearby to make way for some resort, had completely annihilated the exit, confirmed by the complete darkness they found themselves in. The two of them pulled out their flashlights.

"We're going to die! Didn't I say that we were going to die?" As Nigel gesticulated wildly, the light from his flashlight bounced around the cave. Sydney didn't answer, which only spurred him on. "I said we'd never make it before they started blowing it all up."

"We're going to be fine, Nigel," Sydney said absently as she shone her flashlight around them, taking in their current situation. Their main exit was blocked, and they hadn't seen any exits further in the cave, but then they hadn't been looking for any. "I'm sure there's another way out." Sydney walked back in the direction they had come from, watching the walls. "Come on."

Nigel huffed as he followed her. They had gone into the cave knowing that this was a possibility and he had made his opinion on the subject very clear – this was one relic they didn't need to collect. However, he had been aware that his concerns fell on deaf ears; once Sydney resolved to find a relic, she was going to find it. He directed his own flashlight to the walls as well, experience telling him to trust Sydney as much as he doubted that a cave was suddenly going to have another way out, and they wouldn't be further trapped as the nearby demolition continued.

They followed the cave in silence, focused on finding some indication of an escape – something less solid, or a space where light filtered through. From their very recent excursion into the cave, they knew that the 10-foot-wide tunnel wound on for about 50 feet, ending in a cavern large enough to hold the carriage of the infamous Charles Hannigan containing his famed gun and the loot he had 'freed' from various estates during the Civil War. Nigel felt his heart sink as they entered the cavern – no way out so far.

Sydney squinted at the ceiling, hoping to find something, anything. Goosebumps started forming on her arms as a chill went through her. There was nothing she could see so far.

"I don't see anything, Syd," Nigel said, he moved closer to her. Sydney gulped.

"I don't either," she said reluctantly.

They looked at each other as despair fell over them.