SAME DAY, APPROXIMATELY 15:45 HRS.

All of the cavers meet at a depth of -190', where the three members of group number one are caught taking a long and very deserved siesta, after having completed about four and half feet of depth in the digging project, lamentably, in a somewhat incorrect direction. Carlos, a long time acquaintance of this particular cave, quickly convinces everyone that the "hidden pass" to the lost sections must lie at least some eighteen feet of gravel, sand and mud, and about six feet to the left of the present digging effort. It was hard enough just to talk about digging in the sump-like pass, so the project was abandoned.

About this moment, Bryan decides to solo-climb the two hundred and ten-foot vertical distance to the surface, to rejoin his waiting girlfriend outside. The other five cavers vote for pushing it to the FINAL SUMP, and Carlos simply remains alone at the digging place, to peacefully enjoy a long-awaited-for solo-cigarette, something he desperately needed at this point. The time now is around 16:10 to 16:15.

SAME DAY, AT EXACTLY 16:25 HRS.

With his cigarette just about finished in his mouth, Carlos suddenly receives a LOUD, quite incomprehensible shout from Bryan up-above, after which after some thought, he can only make out two distinctive words, something like... waterfall ....or WATER-FLOOD!...For still a few extra seconds he remains undecided, without getting any extra answers, but when a constantly growing foreign sound joins the message he catches on..."I've got to run down and warn my buddies!"

SAME DAY, TWO MINUTES LATER (and onward)

Carlos runs and jumps down the ninety feet linear distance from -210' to a short but problematic belly-crawl close to the -240' depth, from which he begins to shout to the closest man, Ricardo, that there's some water definitely coming down, and you guys, being so close to the lowest point of the cave, logically . . .

At that instant, the sound of the incoming has at least doubled or even tripled, so he cuts it short to something like... "Man, you people have to leave RIGHT NOW, or I think you're gonna be dead meat, and man, I MEAN IT!!!" ...On the other side, a joking voice starts to transmit something like... "Boys, the old-man says that there is some kind of trouble out there and that we should..." But right then the roar and rumble and actual shaking has increased so much, in less then thirty seconds, that there needs not to be an in-between man, and Gustavo's voice raises to wipe out the misunderstandings... "Better do as Carlos says. Cause, sometimes he's right!... Rig off the pit NOW!" he commands to his buddies. By this very instant, the noise and the extra "special Effects" are something like that of about three Jumbo Jets taking off
simultaneously, and the floor of the cave is actually reverberating in a hard way, so Carlos nervously shouts out... "I am pulling out NOW!!!...Adios, amigos!..." He then grabbed his extra-