Hurts. Head. Shoulder. Thigh. All hurts. What happened? Did I fall? Can't see the others…they have to be here…can't see anything. Hard to even think. Can't stay awake…Ow. What the…? Feels like…never mind. It's not real. It's just a figment of my imagination. I was dreaming. That's what it was…just a really, really bad dream. He wasn't there. He didn't…the guys will come after me. They'll find me. I have to be patient. I have to be ready. Ok. Where to begin? Stock check. Right. What is here, what isn't here. Broken bones? No. Right. Bruises, scrapes, scratches – not going to hamper movement. Okay. No equipment – figured that would be the case. Think, think. Where am I? It's damp. Damp? Why would it be damp? What's that noise there? Can't think. Head…sleep it off. I'll try again after a rest.
This is wrong. I am sure I should be elsewhere. It is highly improbable that I would have voluntarily allowed myself to be detained in a place without light, exits or indeed any visible sign of occupation. I will have to investigate further. Perhaps once I have recovered from my fatigue.
It's dark. Why? Why is it dark? But then…are my eyes even open? They must be, there are variations in the shades of black. So I must be seeing. So, if I'm seeing, I should be able to hear and smell. So…what can I hear? Dripping. Like water. Water, dripping, behind me. Why would there be dripping water? Focus. Focus. All right, it's dark and I can hear dripping. What else? It smells damp, musty. A dungeon? No, don't be silly. You can't possibly be in a dungeon. Besides, even if you were, then…someone…someone…who? Who am I trying to remember? They'd find me, I know they would, but who are they? I don't know. I don't know. How long have I been here? In darkness. No light. Makes no sense. There has to be a way. If I could just get to a radio I could…could what? What could I do? Don't know where I am, can't remember who I should call. Can't find the walls of this place – maybe I'm so disorientated I keep turning round. That has to be it. Maybe I should sit down and let my head stop pounding.
It is…curious. I have rested but my situation has not changed. There are no signs of other living creatures or of intelligent beings. I believe it is possible I have been forcibly removed from the presence of…others…and placed in captivity. If this is indeed the situation, I have no other option than to attempt to escape. It is most likely that my companions are searching for me, which would make an escape more effective were they to attack the enemy, thereby distracting any who may be watching me. It will require patience – I shall meditate on the matter and regain my strength.
Don't even know how long I was out. Keep drifting off but can't keep track of anything. Have to try. Have to be ready for when they come. Be no use to them if I can't fight. Wait…why would I want to fight? Why do I keep thinking of others? There are no others. There's no one here. There's just me. I have to get out. There has to be a wall or a window or a door here somewhere. If I can find the edges of this…room…then I can find a way out. I can ignore the pain…I've had worse. Can't figure where the wound is though. Oh, it doesn't matter. Don't think about the pain. Get out. Must get out. I have got to get out. Oh hell…can't find a door. Just walls. Walls and more walls. Impossible. No…no…I've been in an impossible room before. Me and…who? Who else? Whatever. We were in the room and hadn't used a door or window. This might be the same. Wonder if there are rings in the floor…don't really want to kneel down but no choice. Here's hoping that there is something here. Flat, smooth…keep trying…gotta be something here…wait. What's that? An imprint? Indentation? Have I found what…OW! What…hit me…no! Gotta stay awake! Gotta see…gotta stay…awake…
I find myself perplexed. I can find no entrance or exit to this room. I am also aware that my strength is waning. I require…something…I cannot remember. It is…difficult…there is something I should know…
Where am I? My head…hurts just to breathe. Where…don't. Don't think. Just stay still, it'll fade. Feel sick. Stinks in here – why? What's going on? Where am I? No…wait…who am I?
I cannot move. I…must get back…without it I will die…must…
Oh God…who am I?
Cannot…die…
Warning: The buzzing in your mind is a symptom of something called the Dreams-of-Skies Confucious Effect. Please do not be concerned - this is entirely normal and is to be expected. Simply relax, be patient and it will dissipate on it's own.