Lava Storm

So, you do like him?

Well, why else would I be here?

A day with your big bro?

You think I would trudge through this

to spend quality time with you?

No, actually, I don't.

I guess I'm privileged today.

Hey, thanks for setting this up, Bro.

Yeah, I think Bob really likes you too.

I mean,

I don't know why.

Sweet.

You mean about Bob, huh?

Jerk, I mean your attitude.

Yeah, well, you're the pain in the butt

and I get to play chaperone, so.

You're leaving after an hour, you promised.

Yeah, well, you know.

Dick.

Have you ever been in here without Mom and Dad?

No, but who wants to be around them anyway?

Mom's become a pain in the butt.

Dad's off who knows where.

I mean, does he even talk to you?

He doesn't to me.

All you do is argue with them anyways.

And you don't?

Emma, they have problems.

Yeah, like you're an expert.

I don't wanna move.

Gee, like that's not obvious, right?

When you turn 16 you'll see.

Everything changes.

Your friends actually mean something to you.

Yeah, well, maybe

but I still agree with Mom.

We moved here for Dad and we should move

back to New York for her.

Dad doesn't pull his weight around here anyway.

Dad's not made for the city.

Yeah, well, Mom needs more of a challenge.

Rescuing chipmunks or drunk frat brats,

not her idea of being head of Emergency Response.

They might divorce.

I don't think so.

Dad won't let that happen.

He may be somewhere else right now

but he's way to smart for that shit.

It's not like Mom doesn't care.

And how do you know?

Hey, Mom does care.

No, I mean about Dad being too smart.

True, he did move us here and that wasn't really..

No, Emma, I'm serious.

How do you know they're not gonna get a divorce?

Hey!

I'll knock you over the head with that.

I don't know if I'm ready to do it.

I'm not even sure if I can or want to.

No.

Send the separation papers off.

Just sit on them for a few more days.

Probably some cat.

I'm sorry, I've got to go.

Just send them, okay?

Thank you.

Hey, hey!

Slow down!

You know what Mom and Dad are always saying about rushing..

Hey, it's not my fault you're that slow.

Trust me, Bob will wait.

Yeah?

And what about Christy?

Think the two of them might?

Those two together?

Please, they're probably fighting right now.

I mean, Christy's my girl, okay?

Bob wouldn't

and Christy, especially.

Are you that trusting?

Hey!

You suck.

You suck.

I hope you brought some breath mints

for you boyfriend.

Ugh, funny.

Wanna go, huh?

Wanna go?

Hey! Hey!

You still wanna go, huh?

Get the hell out of here.

Oh, I hate this part.

Aw, you want me to hold your hand like a baby?

Oh, funny, I seem to remember you screaming like a girl

first time we came here.

Come on.

Don't get stuck.

Ian!

Ow, that hurt!

Don't touch me again!

Why is the water warm?

Weird.

Kinda like you.

Funny.

Bob, Christy, where are you guys?

We're late, yeah right.

More like they're late.

It's warmer than usual.

What's that smell?

I thought that was you.

Ha!

Funny.

Oh, glow sticks, all right.

Bob? Christy?

Oh, isn't that so you, Ian?

Bob, did Ian put you up to this?

Ugh, I think I lost my cigarettes.

Not that cool shit again.

Okay, fine, you too.

Play along.

Bob and Christy are doing each other

and I'm so freakin' jealous.

You happy?

Bob, this is my brother's thing.

He's the idiot.

I'm not gonna stay here

if you're going to pretend to be like him,

so please stop.

Guys?

My God, they're dead!

Come on, Guys, even I don't think this is funny.

Don't light that cigarette!

Ian, no!

What the hell are you doing?!

The gas!

We have to get out of here!

Why'd you take me down? That hurt!

Because I thought the gas might explode!

What gas? Can't you smell it?

Smells like sulfur.

There's always been a little smell in the cave.

Not that strong.

If it wasn't gas, then what, what killed them?

Are they dead?

Yeah.

What the hell?

Let's get out of here.

John,

come check this out.

I can't make heads or tails of this.

I think we have an out of control campfire.

Are you listening?

John?!

Sorry.

What're we looking at?

Oh, not New York again.

Oh, not even close.

When did you start smoking?

I didn't, they're not mine.

Emma.

No.

Your son.

My son?

My son, no, our son.

When did Ian start smoking?

I found these in the living room.

They must've fallen out of his jacket.

How can you be so sure they belong to my son

and now your daughter?

She's the rebel without a clue.

Yeah, right, Emma.

Miss Vegan.

Okay, I'll talk to Ian.

In the meantime, enjoy your lunch.

Emma told me today that she'll never allow

sushi in the house again.

Now all three cams are kicking in.

What?

Looks like we have three small fires

on three different ledges.

This is from the cam on the eastern ridge.

Campfires, right?

No, it's too big for campfires.

This was a few minutes ago.

This is now.

Lightening?

Arson?

There's no wind.

It happened simultaneously.

I better get out there.

Oh,

and I get to stay here.

Derek's on vacation.

Yeah but it's my decision.

Well then make it.

Hello?

Mom?

You gotta come and get us.

We were in the mine, we found Bob and Christy.

We just got there. They're dead.