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A sudden burst of activity causes you to stumble. A cloud of black curls around the corner. At first all you see are wings flapping and dust flying. Emma screams and slips on gravel, pulling you down with her. As you look up at the shape moving in, you realize a group of bats are flying in the passage, their wings fluttering as they stir up dirt and dust. They hover then spin and fly away, into the tunnel, quickly out of sight.

"Oh my god, oh my god, my heart," Emma repeats, holding a hand to her chest. You hear no more noises around and are relieved that only bats had created those moments of terror. You stand, dust yourself off and continue down the hall.