It was a dim and foggy day... (for Harry)

[polly_okeefe]

 My day started normally. I woke up in my bed, stretched, then got up and splashed water on my face at the basin. Then I dressed, slipped on sandals, and stepped out to face the day.

I stood outside my front door, a little bit surprised to find that the world had disappeared. Then, as my eyes got used to the low light, I realized that a fog had

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[shot_my_shoes]

Harry woke up early, which meant he was still a bit drunk from the previous night, but nothing that would hinder him teaching his rugby class. Normally at this time of day he'd got for a swim, but his right arm still wasn't quite up to that and he didn't actually want to drown

[polly_okeefe]

It had been maybe an hour since I'd fallen into the grave. Or maybe it had felt like an hour. Certainly, I'd spent far too long shouting for help and trying -- and spectacularly failing -- to climb out on my own. And my imagination wasn't helping one bit.

When I heard someone shout back, I half thought that it was my own imagination playing tricks, but another call confirmed it. I pounced on the shout like a lifeline.

"I'm here!" I shouted. "Down here! Help me! I'm stuck!"

[shot_my_shoes]

Harry wasn't quite sure where down was from here, although the grave stone he walked into gave him an idea. "Ow." He rubbed his knee, but it didn't hurt all that much.

"Where exactly?" he asked, treading more cautiously now. It didn't do him a bit of good, though, because after a few steps the ground disappeared out from under one foot. His balance was a bit precarious to begin with and his right arm wasn't strong enough to hold onto the edge, even if it hadn't crumbled away beneath his fingers.

He landed on his bum with an "Oof," and didn't bother standing up. "Hullo Polly," he said cheerfully when he spotted her in the grave with him.

[polly_okeefe]

I wasn't in a good mood. This was why, when my would-be rescuer shouted 'where, exactly?" I muttered, "How am I supposed to know? I didn't bring a compass!" But that wasn't fair. So, instead, I opened my mouth to shout to him, helping him echo-locate me, when the man fell to earth right in front of me.

"Dr. Sullivan?!" I exclaimed. I reached down to help him to his feet. I was glad to see him, but I couldn't help but think that this meant that the task of rescue had just been doubled.