Katabasis

Splashing gasoline everywhere, yet haven't a light.
No matter.
Time to venture in.
Alert Xxxx immediately.

Compound so dark.

Warm candles illuminate cake, tiny faces. Children celebrating...nervously.

"Xxxx—come now! This'll all be gone soon!"
"We're fine," he whispered.

Wife eyed, quietly sobbing, nursing infant.
Thirteen hours later, I believe I tripped over them.