*Wesley wakes again to find himself initially feeling much improved- it's amazing how fast one heals here in Hell. Of course, he reasons, that's so the demons can have their fun...

He looks about him and realizes his limbs aren't going to cooperate. It's as if they've a mind of their own (which isn't a comfortable nor a new feeling to him) and progress is going to be painstakingly slow. Still, he gets awkwardly to his feet and begins to search for his companion. He can't imagine being stuck in Hell alone. He can't stand to be alone-

He stops abruptly, a bit falteringly as his legs really don't want to obey, and gazes at the mining shaft entrance yawning ahead of him. Greed, mines, that does make some sense. But where is Snape? Did he wander inside? Did his unruly body take him inside? He hesitates, and scans the cliff base. Snape's black cloak would make it damn near impossible to pick him out from the shadows. He strains his ears for the sound of Snape's voice.*