The spatter of blood in the center of the hole served as a navigational aid for us as we made our way towards Griffon, and as a result, we found ourselves strolling inside the hole. I continued to keep one hand over my mouth and nose as the ashes that had been left behind after that quick tremor on the ground were still overlaying the surfaces like fog and haze. Every time I drew my hand away, I was struck with a violent hacking cough. It seemed as if Holle was unfazed by the circumstances, as she just proceeded to move away without covering her mouth and nose in order...