The day Alexa first took me to the cave ironically turned out to be my last day in mulligan village. For a while. The cave was something I’ve never seen before. It had these fluorescent ice pieces that hung from the ceiling.

“Are you sure we are allowed to be here?” I asked

“We probably aren’t allowed.” She said simply. Alexa was a risk taker. I on the other hand, was not.

“How’d you find this place?”

“Well I was at the library and I found this map of mulligan village in the 1920’s. It was incredible! Anyways, this cave used to be the villages tourism industry.” Alexa said this with a sparkle of passion in her eyes. I always wondered how she got that.

“So...why did they stop?”

“They deemed it unsafe.” Alexa replied with a grin.

“Come on, let’s go!” Alexa tugged my arm and we were off.