He was chased through a maze by a faceless Evan only to face a military firing squad with Roy Joy chanting ‘The military’s bad!’ in the background. He dreamt of being hunted by stalkers with razors for fingers, who carried tranquilizer guns as well. When he woke, he was sure he was in another bad dream. He was on a cold concrete floor in a pitch dark room, his back to a rough wall. He sat up and strained his eyes in the darkness to no avail. “Hello?” he called out. His voice echoed slightly. It gave the space a cavernous feel. He felt the floor around him. It felt like a smooth concrete with the occasional divot where someone had dropped something or struck the floor. “Percival?” Sarah’s voice drifted out of the darkness toward him. “Sarah?” He felt the wall behind him and slowly pushed himself up. He felt around. There was a wall behind him and empty space in front of him.
