There was no warning before the floor fell out beneath their feet and sent Jason and Tim tumbling down into the darkness. Tim landed first, body hitting something metal. Jason landed on top of him, fall barely broken by the sinewy body beneath him. Jason heard the air whoosh out of Tim’s lungs. He pushed himself up instantly. “Sorry.”
Metal clanged against metal and then they were in the dark. Jason’s skin prickled with heat. His first, immediate thought was to get out. He didn’t handle small, dark spaces very well. Jason stood up and hit his head on the ceiling. His skull throbbed. He ignored it and pushed his fingers against the low ceiling. The corners were burning hot against his fingertips. “Fuck!” Jason jerked away from the ceiling, took a step backwards and felt something soft beneath his boot. “Sorry.”
Tim pushed himself into a sitting position. “You hit your head on something?” His voice held a wheeze to it.