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"I can't bring them back to life," Taxon said. "Company policy and all that... if they found out, I'd get firedand be sentenced to eternal toothbrush manufacturing duty or something.""Okay.""But yeah, if it's just you, you might have a shot at getting back and reaching the others... hang on, letme call someone."**The cloaked skeleton loomed up before not-Tim, scythe in hand and grinning; not that skeletons arecapable of any other expression. I mean, if critics think that Keanu is bad, what would they think ofskeleton actors? All they do is grin: when happy, they grin, when angry, they grin, when loved ones die,they grin...CHOOSE YOUR GAME, Death said."Um," not-Tim said. "Chess?"15 minutes later..."Checkmate."THIS SUCKS, Death said. He sighed. OH ALL RIGHT, YOU WIN. YOU CAN GO."Thank you." Not-Tim got up, when Death stopped him with his scythe.NOT SO FAST, he said. CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH?**Group C: Shane, Perry, Tommy, Chris, MattFingers yanked suddenly as Chris slipped in front of him; grabbed tight, pulled him up again and let himregain his footing-Splashed on in the darkness, Shane leading, feeling his way against the cold rock walls.Then after an eternity they saw light; sped up towards it, up the ladder and through the open manhole –if it was a manhole – and into the red-lit street beyond.It was the same reddish glow of the tunnel, but lighter, and more still; and when they looked past theempty street lined with short buildings and turned their eyes upwards, they saw not sky, but more rock,spreading up and away into a gigantic cavern."There's no one around," Chris said, and his voice set off a faint echo far above them. They stoodfacing outwards in a small clump near the spot where they had emerged, gazing at the strange deadworld they had arrived in.The streets were cobbled stone reddish grey in the light, and the broken pieces rattled hollowly downthe street when Tommy kicked at them.Eventually they made the instinctive move towards the buildings – Matt starting towards one and theothers trickling behind him, growing sparser and further apart, for somehow this place felt safe,contained, untouched for many years.The buildings were houses – small affairs no larger than a single room, cube-like structures lined neatlyin rows.Matt pushed at a door long rotted with age. It crumbled quietly at his touch into a heap of fine rubble onthe ground.He stepped in. The others followed from behind. Bed, desk, some shelves, cupboards.Shane sank down on the bed and stared at the floor. He looked up at them, resignation on his face."We're going to die here," Perry said quietly.