Low-light flashlight out now, Al skidded to a stop at the breach point. This was definitely the spot – the voodoo gods were sure of it – but no hole. He set about inspecting the spot to figure out how it had been sealed so quickly and what he was going to have to do to get it open again.

<<Gas gas gas – countermeasures if’n ya got ’em. I’m at our exit but it’s shut. Workin’ on it. Keep a’headin’ this way….Tanya baby, Ichante princess, y’all already out?>>

Al had noticed the mist. With his air on, he didn’t immediately worry, but he noticed the crap beading on the backs of his hands, and he was starting to feel less than his usual on-top-of-the-world self…..