What’s been keeping you awake? This damn cough! I can’t get enough breath in. Whenever I think I got myself some sleep, my chest rebels and I spend the next hour coughing. Just as well, I need to work extra at the mine

What lies beneath? I was in love with Mary Jane, though I called her Fair Emma. She was such a pretty thing. She didn’t mind the cough like the other whores did. She was the last girl that butcher carved up.

What’s on the surface? I’ve been working the mines practically since I could walk. It’s a hard life. Someday it will kill me. There was an explosion. The damn foreman did not listen to me when I told him to get the men out. He would not send the cart back down and I lost a lot of friends. Foreman doesn’t care… by the sound of his cough, he won’t be caring for anything before too much longer…