Una woke first, lying on her back in the dark, on what seemed to be a floor made out of soft wax. Far above her, a flame flickered beyond a pin-prick in what was either the ceiling or the top of a very long tube. Una put her finger on her chin and thought very hard.
"Are we in a chimney?" asked Zachary, clearly still groggy from the fall.
"Or a mine-shaft?" whispered Jeff, which Una thought was a more sensible idea, but still wrong.
"Shush!" she shushed. They shushed.
She listened very carefully, and in the distance was sure she could hear singing. The same singing as they'd heard at the party from which they'd just vanished.
As her eyesight adjusted to the light she noticed that the walls of the - admittedly very chimney and/or mineshaft-like - space were also made of the same waxy substance as the floor, apart from one protrusion, a kind of waxy, ropey cylindrical shape, half-buried in the wall, rising vertically towards...
"We're in the candle!" said Una.
"But how?!" demanded Zachary.
"Magic!" hissed Jeff, more dramatically than perhaps he should have, given that they were young
Una's eyes adjusted further to the low light, and she saw something that shocked her.
"Oh no!" she cried, shocked.
Strewn about the floor were the bones and uniforms of the young
"We're going to die!" cried Zachary, and although he left the word "imminently" out of his exclamation, they all understood that he did not mean "eventually".
"No we are not!" said Jeff, and turned to Una for confirmation. Una's lip trembled. "That's right, Jeff," she lied through her teeth. And she reached out and held his hand.
They were rescued when... oh, let's say Zachary remembered a spell he'd forgotten and magicked them to safety.
