Darkness.

That was all he saw. Or better, what he didn't see.

Quickly, he realized he couldn't move. His hands and feet were tied to something behind him.

Forcing himself to be calm, he focused on his other senses. It was cool, but not uncomfortably so. If he had to take a guess, he was somewhere underground; the air was stale. He held his breath to better hear the sounds around him. Except there was still the sound of breathing.

"Is anyone there?" he asked in a whisper, his breaths coming in short and fast.

How in the world did he get into this situation?

Fumbling around in his muddled memory, he tried to remember what he was doing before he opened his eyes. Distorted images flooded his consciousness, but he couldn't recall anything realistic. Once he thought he got a feel of something, it dissolved like a sand castle during high tide.

"Hello? Can someone help me?" he yelled, not knowing how far away the person was.

Unexpectedly, a voice spoke close to his ear. "No, but you are going to help me."

As if the voice was the missing link to his past, everything clicked. He knew that voice. He knew who it belonged to.

And he screamed.