Amy's family had brought her to the mine thinking it might help her asthma. She was 15 years old and, though she hadn't yet figured her parents out, she knew enough to go along with their sometimes weird ideas about treatment. You never knew - sometimes something helped, and at least it didn't hurt.

Growing increasingly bored with sitting in the oppressive mine, she remembered she'd put her pennywhistle in her knapsack. She considered how the slow, mournful airs would sound echoing thru the mine, and walked deeper into the shaft, looking for a place to play away from the others. She saw a shaft to the left she hadn't noticed before - had it really been there all the time? There was an eerie glow coming from the walls, and an odd smell of lilies-of-the-valley. Oh, bother - it was almost time for Lucy to come herd them out before the mine closed, but Amy thought a little exploring wouldn't take too long. Amy's mother looked up just in time to see Amy walk through the solid rock wall.