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8:30
I stood up and ran a hand through my hair. It had grown a lot in the last month and was getting to one of those in-between style annoying phases.
Joby being the clown he was, flipped a flashlight into his hand and clicked it on over the hole. It went down�deep. The range of the flashlight faded away into the dark-ness of the hole. It reminded me of a DVD I saw once where these kids came across a well with a ladder and it just went down�as if forever. �Well?� Joby looked at me as John kneeled on the floor and forward onto his hands to see down the hole. �Now what?�
�Well, Jobe, I�m not sure.� I looked up. �Maybe we should find Dad and the oth-ers.�
�Okay,� Joby nodded and touched his ear. �Uncle Den, come in, Uncle Dennis.�
I should have known Joby would have had one of those new fangled mics. I�d heard about tem. The earpiece went deep in the ear and the mic could easily replace a large cavity. And it can�t be detected by any modern technology.
�U-huh,� he nodded. �Roger.� He took his hand away from his ear. �Uncle Den says to meet up at what used to be the cafeteria. They have something to show us.�