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"That's not important.""Why couldn't he hear you. Who are you?""I told you. I'm the Mysterious Old Man. You may go back now."Eric felt Dem grasp his wrist, and then the darkness fell aside and he was once again back in the coldmountain tunnels.Something was burning; he could smell it in the air, and then, unexpectedly, voices. Familiar voices.Eric hesitated, looking back the way he'd come. Surely he hadn't been moving in circles-His torch lay on the ground where it had fallen, its electric beam shining strong ahead. He felt a rush ofrelief at how it had not gone out when it had landed. This was not a good place to be without a light. Hepicked it up, glad at its weight in his hand, and made his way toward the direction of the voices.**Group A: Conor, John C, Johnny U, Nelson, Paul, Tod, Jesse, Kip, the cornflakes guy"Who's that?" Kip asked suddenly as a figure emerged from one of the tunnel openings.The others looked up from where they had been warming themselves by the burning corpse of Luke,squinting against the flames, until the newcomer was seen to be decidedly human; and then they sawhis face-"What the hell-" John started, as Eric jumped down the last bit of rock, staring at the group, tryingunsuccessfully to place names."Where did you come from?" Nelson asked.Eric looked at him. He looked back at the tunnel. He looked at the others. He gestured vaguely at thetunnel. And then remembered that he was capable of speech. "I," he said. "Uh...""What's your name?" Conor asked.The newcomer raised his hands and dropped them in desperation and confusion. "Eric...""Don't remember any Eric," Johnny muttered.Eric glanced back at the tunnel again and looked seriously lost."Where did you come from?" Paul asked."That... I... They sent me to scout out the place-""'They'?" Conor asked warily. "Who are 'they'?"**Torch clamped between his teeth to free his hands for climbing, Eric made his way up to the smallplateau and paused, turning to light the way for the rest of them. Far overhead, stalactites andlimestone shawls hung in silent majesty, reflecting bright in the unfamiliar beam from the torch; then theyreceded back into shrouds of darkness as the group moved on."Are you sure this is a good idea?" Tod asked."What if the flashlight goes out?" Jesse asked."Then we'll be moving in darkness," replied the ever-helpful John Constantine, shaking his leg todislodge the cornflakes guy.But soon a faint flickery glow of light appeared in the distance, and soon after they emerged from thetunnel into a wider cave than that they had left. Shadowy figures huddled around a messy but cheerfulfire burning by the side, the welcome scent of cooking meat in the air; and nearer to them, someonestanding, watching them climb down with what did not look at all like a friendly gaze.