Glass Cage

Instead of getting up, Tejeda rolled over on his back, spitting the sand from his mouth. With his hands under his head, he stared at the ceiling above. Hardened sand neatly pressed against something that looked like glass at about twenty times his height.

“So, what now? We wait for someone to come and rescue us?” Jackeye asked.

Tejeda chuckled. "No, no. We are somewhere in the grand ocean that covers the entire Genoria Prime. Anyone who gets here will be as trapped as we are."

A smooth breeze came out of various tubes that descended from above. A closed hatch stood just above Tejeda in the ceiling, adjacent to where the ducts slithered within. That had to be the location where they fell through. Fortunately, the sand cushioned their fall, and no one was wounded.

"Are you seriously going to just stay there and stare at the ceiling?" Shayla dusted her white blouse and brushed her hair to remove the pesky bits of golden grains.