"Ruins, a mineshaft," Mathias murmurs, looking up for Neil, although he thinks maybe he's already gone. That he can leave at all is good. It's a good sign. He only hopes there isn't anyone waiting for him in the jungle, standing guard with a rifle or a bow and arrow. As he thinks about it, his heart starts to hammer again, loud in his ears.

"It's like before. Like Mexico," he says, touching his legs again, his fingers groping and finding plants that weren't there moments ago. Tearing them out of the ground, he throws them into the darkness and he's almost sure he hears something skitter away in response. The vines, of course, moving away from what he's just throw at them. "They're out there. Can't you hear them?"