"Hand me a page," he says, not loving the odds of hitting a wick with a spark in a drafty cave. Even with inches of paper to work with, it takes a few tries, but he lights the candle with the curling edge, and sits in the glow for several more moments, digging through his bag. "Next time I'll just do this outside."

He hadn't exactly gotten far enough on his first try of this cave, to know how deep it went before losing daylight.

When he's finished--following the clink of glass through his pack to find a jar, letting the candle burn off some wax into the bottom to stick the candle in place--he takes back the journal and folds it around the glass, letting his eyes adjust again as it angles the light out of them. "Alright,"he says, aiming the soft light slowly along the nearest wall, "let's try not to die in a cave."