'They say that pride comes just before a fall,'

"God, I've gone blind." I mumble to myself as I realise I can't see anything.

"Ssshh, you're alright." Whoa, where the hell did that voice come from? Oh, right, the new people.

I try to think of their names, but it's not there right now, you know, in my mind. I don't know where else it would be, s'not like I store information anywhere else. It'd be cool if it was stored somewhere else though, like in your earlobe. Although, that could get loped right off, so maybe that's a bad idea. Mind you, so can your head.

I think back to what was bothering me earlier. Ah, right, no sight.

"I can't see anything." I say again.

"It's alright. It's night-time." Well, I guess that would explain it.

I glance around to where the voice is coming from so I can see who's talking. When I find the source of the voice, I can't see anything. Right, dark.

"Who are you again?" I ask, hell, it might seem rude to them, but I've got a lot on my mind right now.

"I'm Face, remember?" Well, no that's why I asked who you were! I won't say that, though. Now, I remember Hannibal, so it leaves the younger guy or the black guy, so it's one of those two. I don't know which one, though.

"Are you black?"

A slight pause before he answers. "No, I'm white." Aha, he's gotta be the young guy then.

"What's his name?"

"BA, we all call him BA"

Right, so brain or earlobe, you gotta remember that, right? BA. Not hard. Surely I can remember two letters.

"So why aren't you asleep if it's night?" I ask.

"Same reason you aren't." He says. He sounds happy with that answer. I'm not sleeping 'cause I had a dream about what happens in that shed, but, OK, whatever.

I close my eyes, might as well, can't see anything with 'em open.

Repositioning myself in tiredness, I somehow forget about the mess my back'sin, but it soon makes itself known when I go to lay on it. I cry out in pain, it must have been loud 'cause I woke the other two guys up.

I can't see 'em, but I can hear something move.

"Everything OK?" Hannibal asks. I love that name, sounds cool.

"Yeah, it's fine." I realise he's speaking really quietly, I'd not noticed before. But then I realise why. We're having company. Someone's on their way over.

They're speaking in Vietnamese again, but I just act oblivious to it all. I hear the words and fear creeps within me, the threats and promises he's making to me.

I ain't gonna be here much longer, I'll be back in the shed soon.

It's only a matter of time.