All the time I'd spent in Flowerhouse buying jewellery I didn't need and eating overpriced sushi, I'd never once given thought to what lay below my feet.
And yet here I was, in a pitch black cellar right beneath the miniature uber-market.
Berny had stopped yelling, but I felt that she was still scared out of her mind. Well, she was doing a bloody good job at staying calm. I thought back to the lift and knew she was much better at controlling her fear than I was.
"Jon, just how long were you planning on us staying down here?" I asked my brother.
His silence told me he hadn't thought about it at all.
"Dear god, Jonothan. You're useless."
"You can talk, Reno-"
"Rhubarb!" I screamed, cutting him off. "Rhubarb or Ren, but do not call me by my full name."
"What's so bad about your name?" Berny asked, sounding both cheery and sulky, a point that I decided only Berny could reach.
"It's ridiculous. Someone once I couldn't have a stranger name if I was called Rhubarb. Hence."
"Oh," Berny said.
There followed an awkward silence, which Jon broke by saying that he'd rather die than turn into a zombie.
Berny muttered something that sounded like "I'd rather be a zombie than be down here."
"Don't say that," I snapped. I felt hungry, which would explain my sudden mood change. Knowing that didn't make me feel any better, though.
"Because one, you don't mean it, and two, if you were a zombie I'd have to kill you."
"Look!" Jon shouted suddenly, pointing. "Light!"
Both me and Berny spun wildly, looking for this 'light'. A pinprick greeted us, but widened as we looked, just bright enough to return a low level of vision.
"I'll go see what that is!" I said, though with more confidence than I felt. I started jogging, then running towards the postage stamp of brightness. I could see a vague block shape in front of me. Just as I reached it, I put out a hand and vaulted over it, ready to keep running.
My feet did not meet ground.