"Yeah," said Antigone, faintly. Dark as a cave. Dark as a tomb.
No - she told herself, cutting off the nauseating fear rising in her belly. It's not the same. Now you have a goddamn phone.
She pulled it out of her pocket (hands shaking) and turned on the torch. The walls looked a whole lot smaller than they had, before. Was that better, to see them? "Not so dark," she said, to the guy, pressed into the opposite corner. She could see he needed reassurance, but she was scrambling. "See... we've got light. Do you have a phone too?"