"Where am I?" The voice of a young boy echoed in the darkness...as if talking into a deep abyss of never ending solitude. "Why... Is it night time..." the boy scampered to his feet, and began looking around. "It's so dark...I can't even see my own hands, how could it be this dark?" the boy began to realise; even at night...there was no possibility it could ever be this black. "Where am I...? Someone, anyone?!" His voice turning from his calm and somewhat dazed tone, into pure panic and despair. How had he ended up in this dark place? Where was he...? Who was he, in fact...? For the boy had no memories of his time before entering this abyss; only that he knew it was day time only a few seconds ago, he could still feel the warmth from the sun on his skin. However that's about as much as he could manage to remember. Suddenly a soft voice called out from the darkness, a woman...Could she know something about where he was, or who he was... "Who's there?! Please help me!" He screamed, the voice answering almost too quiet to hear. "Wake up, Oz" and with that he opened his eyes... "A dream..." He walked towards what he thought was his bedroom window...but upon opening the curtains... All that the eye could see was darkness...Panicked, he jumped back "This... Can't be happening" A thick, black, tar-like substance began to drip from the seams between the window and the pain. His room was slowly filing with this blackness, he ran to the door; but as he went to grab the handle the door disappeared. The wall looked as if a door had never existed to begin with. The black tar reached his feet and began pulling him down into a sea of darkness, he screamed and struggled but to no avail. Was he going to die here? As he thought that, the sound of the window beginning to crack under the pressure from the darkness outside struggling to get into the room. The window burst, spewing tar into the room and completely covering the boy...Drowning him.