Sorry that one was so short, guys, (though Chloe seems to like installments that way ^^).
Here's another one. By the way, I'll be unable to post for the next three days. Sorry 'bout that. I'll have more of my story done when I return. This story is copyrighted by Kesshin, 2004
(And I expect some critiquing from my editor when I come back, Lochaber.
I don't know what I'd do without your advice)
Just when she was beginning to give up hope of ever seeing her companions again, Pen's hand brushed something soft amid the coarsness of the sandy floor. She grabbed a fist-full of whatever it was and dragged it into the light. The 'something' turned out to be Kern's sleeping head, and the 'fist-full' a tuft of his raven hair. Not surprisingly, he didn't stay asleep long. Kern let out a rather undignified shreik, muffled by the walls of sand that surrounded them, and stood shakily to his feet. With his harsh breathing and red-rimmed eyes, he looked like something out of a horror novel, rather than an operative for CRAL. It occured to Pen, however, as Kern glared down at her, that she probably looked just as unpleasant.
"Why," he huffed loudly, "did you do that?"
Pen fidgeted embarrassedly.
"Uh, sorry. Here."
She handed him a wad of hair. Kern stared at it for a moment, then shoved her hand aside.
"Forget that, Pen. Where's Ralda?"
With a horrible shock, Pen realized she had no idea. She had been so relieved at the finding of Kern Ralda had been blown clear from her mind.
"I...I don't know, Kern."
A crease of worry divided his brow.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" he yelled at her anxiously, "Let's start looking!"
Pen nodded. Together they made laps around the cavernous hole, searching for their teammate.