Whitefish River I'll catch you...

He slowly made his way toward the light, picking his way through the tunnel wary of the dirt falling from the ceiling and the rocks crowding around his paws. Ignoring the pain in his leg, Emrik knew he had to get out, he had made a promise which he had every intention of keeping. Just a little further. He told himself, trying to calm his fiercely beating heart.

Even with his slow pace the man quickly drew closer and closer to the light. The sound of rushing water echoed through the tunnel, and Emrik could see the river. Feeling safer, Emrik picked up the pace, limping as he came to the exit. Finally he made it to the edge of the river, and exited the tunnel.

Out of the suffocating dark, Emrik collapsed to catch his breath only now realizing how claustrophobic it had been. He had no intention of entering again any time soon.