Trapped . . .

     Yeinar bounded to his feet with the first rumble.  He tried to wake the crew to help them escape, but as they ran toward the cave’s entrance, he observed the boulder seal the cave.  “OK, Gruashe, do you know another way out of this mess?”
     Yeinar thought to himself, “If this was Rock Monster, he thinks Mal-Nai is still with us.  If, indeed, her name is still Mal-Nai.  It will surely take a miracle to get us out now.”
     Gruashe sensed Yeinar’s despair, “I know all seems hopeless, but somehow we have managed to escape our tough spots before.  I doubt this was Rock Monster, although it does seem curious, the closer we get to my house, the more tragic things seem to happen preventing us from our goal and keeping us from finding Terba’s ‘Precious Wee-One.’”
     “Let me see.  I do recall this was a place that was familiar,” Gruashe said to himself as he began to search through the rocks . . .