A STRANGE PLACE
"Where is this place?" Olivia asked from behind him, with a voice which echoed. She squeezed her black blouse which was drenched in water, and her wet, blonde hair was stuck to her face. Alban turned around and also saw the rest of his colleagues, as well as the pilot, trying to get up, with their mouths agape, looking around in bewilderment. He walked past Olivia, towards where the others where. When they were all up and conscious, Camillas ran his palm through his wet hair, looking up to the towering, parallel sandstones, which left a narrow gap where sun light seeped through, and for that time, he didn't notice he wasn't with his glasses. "All I can remember is the dark cloud over our plane," he said.