"Okay," said Catherine. "I think we should split up." She, Nick, and Greg were down a storm drain, looking for evidence.
"Good idea," said Nick.
"Yeah?" said Greg, nervously. He didn't want to say it in front of the two other CSIs, because he didn't want to come across as a coward, but he did get quite claustrophobic.
"Don't worry," said Catherine. "You'll be okay"
"Okay," said Greg.
The CSIs all picked up their kits, and went their three separate ways. Greg got about three hundred metres down his tunnel, when he found a knife. He picked it out of some netting, and put it in an evidence bag. He continued down the tunnel, took a side tunnel, and came to a dead end. He sighed, and turned around, but couldn't remember which tunnel he'd come from. They all looked the same. Greg started freaking out. He told himself not to panic, but the claustrohphobia was quickly settling in. Greg screamed. Nobody heard him. Catherine and Nick were too far away. Greg ran down a tunnel, to try and get out, but it just led him to some more tunnels. He quickly became disorientated, and found himself running down tunnel after tunnel, having no idea where he was. He ran down one tunnel, and tripped up, and hit his head on the floor of the tunnel. He dragged himself to his feet, and put his hand to his head. He felt blood. Greg leant his back against the wall, and through light-headedness, somehow ended up sitting down. He looked around the tunnel. It was so dark, and so small. Greg was scared. He saw a small dot of light at the end of the tunnel. Greg pulled himself to his feet, and splashed down the tunnel to the light. "NICK!" Greg threw his arms around Nick, and squeezed him tight.
"What's wrong?" asked Nick, hugging Greg back.
"Don't ever do that to me ever again," said Greg. "EVER!"