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Jessica
obeyed
.
Slowly
,
the
hole
went
down
,
reaching
a
level
even
with
the
floor
of
the
basin
and
still
no
sign
of
the
pack
.
Could
I
have
miscalculated
?
Paul
asked
himself
.
I
’
m
the
one
that
panicked
originally
and
caused
this
mistake
.
Has
that
warped
my
ability
?
He
looked
at
the
paracompass
.
Less
than
two
ounces
of
the
acid
infusion
remained
.
Jessica
straightened
in
the
hole
,
rubbed
a
foam
-
stained
hand
across
her
cheek
.
Her
eyes
met
Paul
’
s
.
“
The
upper
face
,
”
Paul
said
.
“
Gently
,
now
.
”
He
added
another
pinch
of
spice
to
the
container
,
sent
the
foam
boiling
around
Jessica
’
s
hands
as
she
began
cutting
a
vertical
face
in
the
upper
slant
of
the
hole
.
On
the
second
pass
,
her
hands
encountered
something
hard
.
Slowly
,
she
worked
out
a
length
of
strap
with
a
plastic
buckle
.
“
Don
’
t
move
any
more
of
it
,
”
Paul
said
and
his
voice
was
almost
a
whisper
.
“
We
’
re
out
of
foam
.
”
Jessica
held
the
strap
in
one
hand
,
looked
up
at
him
.
Paul
threw
the
empty
paracompass
down
onto
the
floor
of
the
basin
,
said
:
