The cave had been ENDLESS, or so it seemed, but Mo was full of the pent up energy of discovery and anticipation. His fingertips were tingling away, and Mo already had his camera out when they finally stepped into the sunlight. He had to force himself to look at the world through his own eyes in between taking it in through the lens, but Mo snapped photos of the amazing plant life, of the ruins, of the golden walls, and of Layla's cannonball (somehow).

Wait. Was that safe? Could they swim here?

Not that he was keen to, since there was so much to see, but he was curious. "Professor, can we go look around, or do you want us to stay with you?" Because his tingling fingertips were telling him to climb to the highest point and see what he could see.