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from the hole in the wall and here I slaked my thirst. It was more than water. As I drank my hunger flowed away and I felt strength return to my body. I indulged in the liquid till I felt fully sated.
     
    Time pressed upon me ever more forcefully and I was ready to tackle the rest of the sloping floor. On hands and knees  I began to move down the slope. Pain was now present in my joints and the floor hurt to move on sending tingling pain through every nerve. As I descended the smoothness gave way to roughness and I had to contemplate standing up. I did try but the pain in my feet was intense but nothing like as intense as wondering what the next step forward might find. I thought to try a little echo location but there was none, no echo, no sense of space at all filtered in to my mind.
    I sat down on my buttocks and wrapped my arms around my legs and wondered what on earth was happening to me. I wept again. A soul wrenching sobbing. It felt as though everything was being pulled out of me and I was being stretched like a rubber toy. In the midst of this I thought I heard a noise but realised it must only be myself. I was alone. Terribly alone. Lost. Abandoned. Choose the words for none I can think of will fit what I experienced in that awful place.
    Again I felt a presence but this time not examining me but hunting me, chasing me, bearing down upon me and I could have sworn that I heard the same sound again, that of a hound baying but that had to be my imagination.
    I felt the need to escape to move on but how? The only way was down. I moved on all fours as fast as I could trying to escape the feeling of being hunted. It seemed like hours I moved this way ever further down, the slope getting steeper.
    It was then that I found a space before my hand and I stumbled. Gathering my wits after a real fright I felt and there was indeed a hole. The floor gave way to nothingness. I lay on my stomach and stretched my hands and arms as far down as I could but could feel nothing. No sense of depth. It could have been two metres deep or several thousand for all I could discern. Did it have a bottom? Was this the way out? How I longed for some object to drop into the hole so that I could listen and gauge the depth.
    I realised as I pulled myself upright that the sense of being hounded was receding and with that came relief.
    I decided to move round the hole in the floor to try and gauge its size and perhaps find some clue as to what it was, would I find a ladder down which I could make my escape.
    I took off my pyjama top and folded it neatly and left if by the side and started off on my journey. I assumed in my mind that the hole was circular and even and so it proved to be. I took my time sweeping with my hands thoroughly over every surface ahead. It was uniform as far as I could gather and strangely here there was no sense of pain other than the usual one would expect crawling over what I now took to be concrete. It seemed as though many hours passed before I came back to my pyjama top.
    As I pulled it on having had no luck in finding anything I wondered what to do. I realised I was tired. Very tired. I needed sleep and rest. Although it would take a long time I decided to head upwards and try and find my bed and the little stream of liquid. I strained to hear that sound of trickling liquid but found it missing. Perhaps as I moved up I would audibly locate it and be able to head towards it and locate my bed with the minimum of effort.
    I did manage in time to make out the sound and as soon as I  was sated I found my bed and slept. Of course I have no idea how long I slept and time in the sense of day and night was completely absent and my body clock gave no indication of where I was.
    I awoke and rubbed at my right eye which was itchy beyond belief. I rubbed and rubbed and saw stars. This was the first indication I had had that my optic nerves were still intact.
    What now? I had no idea, part of me wanted to crawl under bedclothes and