The darkness ahead seemed thicker somehow and now that her eyes had adjusted to the gloom Inteachán was able to see/sense that she was approaching one of the walls of this giant underground cave. The cockroaches continued to fall down upon her like broken clouds that had lost their hang.

Inteachán figured that somewhere ahead of her the lake would have a means of flowing free from the chamber she was in. She had no way of knowing if this was going to be the case but the possibility here was something positive to focus on and in moments like this something positive is what anybody needs.