Deep within the subterranean tunnels, two boys were running as if their lives depended on it. Sometimes students in the tunnels would get turned around or confused, and sometimes they heard strange noises. Sometimes their imaginations could get carried away. The brown-haired boy in the lead was pushing his strides to their fullest in an attempt to put a safe distance between himself and whatever was in pursuit. The second boy was struggling to keep up with his friend; he not only ran on shorter legs but was also constantly pushing up his black-rimmed glasses. What they both lacked in athletic ability they more than made up for in intellect and creativity; however, that was of no use at this moment! “Did you see what I saw, man?” asked Bryce, half gasping. “I don’t know what I saw, and I don’t really care; get us the hell out of here, Bryce!” exclaimed Keith, red-faced with exertion. “Just keep running, Keith; we’ve gotta come to a marker soon,” shouted Bryce in return. “Don’t worry, Bryce; I’m right behind you, man!” said Keith. They had been running through the tunnel for at least four wrong turns. Bryce could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing straight up as he dripped ice-cold sweat. He quickly glanced back to make sure Keith was still behind him. This was not what he’d had in mind when he talked Keith into cutting through the tunnels today.