"I...I don't know." And not knowing is more dreadful by the minute; realizing she's not the only one trapped like a rat like this is now more apparent, and it makes the graveyard feel even bigger, the yawning twilight sky even more vast and oppressive...

She can't help but start to feel the dark weight of a real threat.

Her pace, which had slowed as they realized this, started to pickup again with urgency--up until a staggered stop when something catches her eye.

"What's-?"

She hesitates, looking toward one of the grave markers. Something had glinted, what was...?

"What's this...?" She approaches it, crouching and picking up a thin, silver wedding band. "A ring?"