Opening her eyes, Taylor pushed herself off the ground as her mind caught up to her, slowly she moved her head, everything dark, she barely saw anything beyond as she adjusted to her new surroundings.

Groggily she recalled just before ending up here, she was following Theta, when she turned the corner, she saw someone laying on the ground.

Before she could even react, every went black, and here she is, in an unknown place.

A mere touch to her chest, Taylor noticed her necklace gone, and trying to see through the darkness proved impossible.

Shuffling her feet as she moved, her arms outstretched, Taylor attempts to find her way through the darkness, and as she tries, she smelled something familiar.

The smell of clay.

It got stronger the more she moved ahead, as she continued, she could hear moving water.

As she shuffles through while getting her bearings, it dawns on Taylor that she remembers seeing something like this, a waterway.

How did she…?

Doesn't matter, Taylor needed to get out of here and back on the topside.

Difficult with no light, but this wasn't her first adventure, as she slid her hand into her pocket, and produced a small torchlight.

Turning on the torchlight, it was bright enough for her to see a forked waterway from the river snaking down into the darkness.

Taylor followed the waterway, there would be a way the water's collected, the thought goes, maybe if she follows the sound of the water flowing down, she'd find a processing plant.

Worth a try, she thought.

Mindful of her steps, Taylor slowly moves as she could smell the water clearly, and she thought it was only echoes, but it sounds as though someone was following behind her.

Turning her whole body with the torchlight, Taylor squeaked as someone was there, and she nearly bashed them over the head with the torchlight hadn't she noticed it being Paul.

"Paul?" Taylor grew irritated with him as she calmed down seeing him standing there with a quizzical look on his face.

Exhaling sharply, Taylor asks him, "Where are we… what's going on here?"

She heard him say, "Bad luck, I'm afraid."

Attempting to ask how she got down here, Paul said that he doesn't know.

"How'd you get down here, then?" Taylor asks him.

Stiffly shrugging, Paul casually told her, "Just good, I guess."

Gesturing at him, Taylor stressed for him to help her get out from there, and he tilted his head as he goes, "You don't getit, do you?"

His tone of voice changed as he scoffed at Taylor.

Shifting in her spot as she eyes him, Taylor musters, "Paul, thisisn'tfunny!"

Shaking his head, Paul responds with an uncharacteristic, "God, you really are just a green little thing, aren't you?"

Sensing something wrong, Taylor tenses up as she felt her feet slowly moving backwards as she asks, "What… whatisthis…?"

She heard him say, "I think you would call this… ah… I'd say… hm… reunion's too strong of a word for this…."

He struggled to describe this, only for Taylor to interrupt him as she demanded to know what is going on and he bitterly shakes his head.

"Whoareyou?" Taylor demanded as she figured out that this man who claimed to be Paul could not be her love and he confirmed with a smirk that she was correct.

Hewasn'tPaul.

But he wouldn't tell her his name… the more Taylor tried, it was like he couldn't, and he explained why: he didn't have a name.

"He declared me a failure," he gave a reason.

Recoiling further, Taylor eyed him with suspicion while her heart raced against her chest as she asks, "W-who?"

Bitterly scoffing, "Paul" shakes his head as he spat, "What a surprise!"

Apparently, Taylor was supposed to know who "Paul" was speaking about, but when she failed to respond with the right answer, "Paul" was dismayed and extremely bitter.

"I suppose this means you don't really know thewholestory, then?" The fake Paul cryptically asks her.

Shouting at him, Taylor demanded he tell her what is going on and he fired back a cold, "She fill your head with rocks, too, girl?"

Though that would be a better fate, if the fake Paul was concerned.

Seeing the confusion in Taylor's emerald eyes, the fake Paul bitterly shakes his head as he angrily shouted, "That filthywhore!"

No wonder…

"Doesn't matter, what would you have done, anyway?" Paul gave Taylor dagger eyes as he grew agitated as time went on speaking to Taylor. "All this time… under my nose!"

When Taylor moved the torchlight, she saw a silver glint in the corners of the fake Paul's eyes, like tears.

Silent accusations in his browning eyes, the fake Paul bitterly said, "She stole you from him… that worthless whore… thought she could save her soul… but she sold it… she sold it when she…"

His voice dropped at the end as there's sorrow in his brown eyes.

It quickly disappeared as fake Paul grew angry with Taylor, intense jealousy behind his brown eyes as he stared at her.

"T-tell me… or… or… I'll…" Taylor demanded the fake Paul tell her the truth or else and he snorts at this as he called her a little lamb trying to be a lion.

All he said before his demeanour sharply changed with a cold, "She can't steal you, again."

It was assured that it wouldn't be possible for it to happen a second time.

With that, Taylor took off running, as she disappeared into the deeper part of the tunnel, a different stood in place of Paul.

A woman with pale skin, fine lines on her face, brown eyes, and stiff brown curly hair.

"You can't run from it, forever," she vows as she quietly began following Taylor's trail.

Running down the tunnel, her heart in her chest, Taylor struggled as she fled from the fake Paul, didn't know where she was going, but it wasn't anywhere near him.

Nearly ran into the wall as she came to the end of the waterway where she was greeted by a circular hole with a grate in the middle that filtered the water through to a deeper part of the tunnel.

It's evident that no one came down here, that she can't find a way through and she's not the size of an atom to fit through the grate.

Struggling, Taylor didn't let it stop her, that she could find a way through this nightmare, all she had to do was remain determined, and keep her mind steady.

Panicking would do no good and she controlled her breathing as she tried to come up with a way out of this situation of hers.

Her tenacity and love of books netted her with finding that the grate opened inward if she messed with the metal bars.

It was hard with the bars being unbearably cold, but Taylor used her adrenaline rush to force the grate inward and forced her way through.

Almost sank into the water if she hadn't used the swaying grate to pivot her to the side of the waterway.

The moment her feet touched solid ground, Taylor ran off, and she disappeared into the darkness.