Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine feet below Fandom, Monday [NFB]

[designateddadfriend]

Right, so. Travis was in a cave. He'd already exhausted options like trying to call or radio anyone using his weirdly intact phone and radio equipment, and after a few failed attempts to scale the walls of the giant cavern with gear meant for rappelling, had set about making an inventory of his other supplies and calculating how long he and Probie could potentially last while he worked out how to escape.

The good news was, the whole station was down here with him, so he had plenty of food and containers of potable water on hand. The place had its own generator and emergency water tank for sanitation purposes, though it would take him a bit of effort to get it all hooked up after the tumble it had taken. Nothing was broken, but it was all jumbled together, and a lot of it was on its side or upside down.

He was currently looking at his tiny little ladder truck, and wondering if he could figure out a way to lever it onto its wheels by himself. Any little bit of height would help get him closer to the ceiling of this damn place, right?

[no OCD today because he's alone so far. Open if/when anyone else falls in today!]