Dark.
It's cold, and hard, like steel bars around him. He's trapped in his own mind and there's no way out.
He's alone, and there are voices, high up and far away-
But he doesn't listen, he's too tired, and too weak, and too small, wedged into his own head. There's only the darkness, and far off, the voices.
Desmond is falling, into a dark pit with no bottom and no way out.
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Sorry. Dumb chapter, but I needed to show how bad it is for Desmond to be out of the animus right now. I'll just be leaving now...