John would like to say he could finally relax, but this was just reminding him all over that they were surrounded entirely by Stacy - that thing could come out any where, any time. Maybe full on go IT on them. John's breath was fogging up the visor of his helmet as he swiveled, trying to listen or look for any signs of the walls bulging. It was so narrow that he had a hard time moving here. Not exactly a place he wanted to get ambushed in.

"I'm with you all the way on that." John blew out his breath in a sigh. "Let's book it."

He squeezed his way out of the tunnel after Ian. They were in a larger area, like a spider-web of hard material (cartilage?) and more membranes pulsing above their heads.