"Susan woke up. We don't have time for this. I think I can see a way out of here. Let's go."
As Susan's realization washed over her like a wave, a sense of despondency settled in the pit of her stomach, weighing her down with a heavy burden of disappointment. With a heavy heart, she watched Jude's retreating figure, her expression devoid of the spark of hope that had once burned bright within her.
With each step he took, Jude moved further away from her, his form disappearing into the darkness of the cave like a specter in the night. Though she longed to call out to him, to beg him to stay and face their fears together, she knew deep down that it was futile.
For in that moment, Susan understood that the visions she had seen were nothing more than figments of her imagination, born from the depths of her own fears and insecurities. The realization left her feeling hollow, as if the ground had been pulled out from beneath her feet, leaving her adrift in a sea of uncertainty.
