For a moment none of us speak. We stand in the dark, listening to the drip, drip, drip of melting ice. I’m cold, my whole body hurts, and now I’ve gotten over the happiness of being alive, I’m starting to panic. Not only are we trapped in this mountain, but Crowky has got the Box. Then Rose says, “You’re being a massive idiot, Arthur,” and I realize she’s right. The three of us sticking together is the only thing we’ve got going for us right now.

“I know, sorry,” I say. “It’s just a bit . . . claustrophobic in here.”

“You can say that again,” says Rose, and I remember that she hates the dark.

“We’ve got to stay calm,” I say. “We’ve got to get out of this mountain and get to safety. I mean, if we can get out of here . . . Maybe we’ve fallen into a pit . . . Maybe there’s no way out!”

“Arthur, that is not staying calm,” says Rose, then she takes a deep breath. “First we need to see. If we can see, then we can work out where we are and what we need to do.” I hear her rummaging around in Mitch’s bag. She whispers a word, there’s a swooshing sound, and a dazzling light appears. It’s coming from a small bottle.

“What’s that?” I say.

“Just a bit of M.O.O.N. magic,” says Rose. “Penguin breath, starlight, and squid ink. Mitch made it for me.” She shakes the bottle and it glows even brighter.

“It’s not as good as conker bum,” mutters Win, “but I suppose it will work.”

It will definitely work. I can see where we are now; we’re in a round icy chamber, the opening of the chute is above us and another tunnel twists away into the darkness. It must lead somewhere!

Relief sweeps through me, and the others obviously feel it too because our aches and pains are forgotten as we start to run down the tunnel.

It’s long and dark. Soon we find smaller tunnels leading off in all directions, but we stick to the main one and Rose’s bottle shows us which way to go. As we jog along, listening carefully for padding paws and distant growls, I think about the fears that first came out of the Box.

“You know Candyfloss and Bendy Joan,” I say. “Are you sure we didn’t do something to make them go away?” Already I’m feeling tired and I’m wondering how long we’re going to be able to keep running.

“It was so long ago,” Rose says. “I can’t remember.”

“I can remember what happened before Candyfloss went,” says Win. “Arthur squeezed his nose!”