It was a dark night in the catacombs, rain beating down outside and drowning out almost every noise apart from it, as well as random crashes of thunder that just seemed to get closer. It had reached the early hours of the morning as Charcoal cookie sit disturbed in the darkness of the catacombs, the voices of the ghosts all around him keeping him from even catching a wink of sleep, groaning and begging him to help them as he tried to focus on his flickering lantern.