-- C'mon, she says, moving into the darkness. I look into the darkness, but I can't see her, I can only hear her voice. -- C'mon, she shouts. -- I can't, I shout. -- Don't be scared, she says. But I am. I look back onto the observation floor and it's light. Out here is light and she's trying to lead me into the darkness. I know if I start after her now I'll never be able to catch up with her. It's not normal dark down there, it's not shades of dark; it's ugly, stark, pitch blackness. I turn around, back into the white and yellow light. As well as her voice down there, others are present. Voices which have nothing to do with her but everything to do with me.