In a wheezy voice he says ‘So you made it this far. Well, you’re either lucky or someone’s bait. You’re not lucky so you must be wondering whose worm you are, skewered on the end of a line, and how big this thing is their tryin’ to catch.’ He pauses, as you see the end of a cigarette glow brightly in front of your face, then ‘You look scared. Well I’d be petrified. There’s only one direction to go from here, and it aint up. Yeah I know what you’re thinking, “Quit it windbag and give me the rub”. Who has got you dancing like a bear with less control over you’re life and even less chance of survival? I’ll tell you, just to see the look in your eyes. Anyway, by the time they get you you’ll be looking for a way out. Anyway out.' Another quick flare of the cigarette sligtly defines the voices face, 'All right’ it’s time. You haven’t got long.’ Just then, the pounding of running feet coming down the corridor makes the small dark space squeeze you even tighter. Your new friend’s eyes grow wide in the dark with a look of terror. 'What the...'. Seconds later the door comes crashing down, as a silhouette outlined in the new light growls at you, and smashes the butt of a gun into your face. It gets darker…