I woke in a dark errie hallway, unaware of my injuries. Struggling to breathe I rose off of my knees. Scanning around my body I noticed a deep, long gouge in my pickle body. It oozed pickle juices like it had just been cut. I checked my body for any other cuts, scratches, or bruises. The only other wounds I saw were the ones on the rat's arms I "borrowed". I decided that it was time I got a move on. From what I could see, I was enclosed in a narrow, long hallway. At the end of the hall I could see small wooden door. So I slowly limped all the way there. When I arrived there was a tiny doorknob attached to it. The door was only about 7in by 3in, the perfect size for a pickle like me. I hesitated to twist the doorknob, but it was my only way out.